Ben raised the hammer of his rifle and awaited his action.
Had Bruin been hungry, he would not have dallied so long; but he did not seem to see anything specially tempting in the group, and lumbered off among the trees.
"A lucky move for you." remarked Ben.
"And just as lucky for us," added the mother; "for though you might have slain him, as I have no doubt you would, the report of the gun must have brought more dangerous enemies to us." "I would give a good deal to know what has become of them.

It begins to look as if they did not consider us worth bothering with." "I wish I could believe that, but I cannot.

I think it more likely that they know where we are, and are trifling with us, as a cat does with a mouse." "That makes me anxious to push on.

We must find some place where we can cross the stream.

Let's go further up the bank." He took the course named, leading away from the great bear with which they had so narrowly escaped an encounter.
To their surprise, they had not far to go before the spot they were seeking was found.