He climbed out," answered Uncle Andy.

"Do you suppose a bear like that could be kept shut up long?
And now I think we might be getting out, too! I don't hear any more humming outside, so I reckon the coast's about clear." He peered forth cautiously.
"It's all right.

Come along," he said.

"And there's my pipe at the foot of the rock, just where I dropped it," he added, in a tone of great satisfaction.

Then, with mud-patched, swollen faces, and crooked but cheerful smiles, the two refugees emerged into the golden light of the afternoon, and stretched themselves.