He'll be sure to come back, and when he does he'll find a trap waiting for him.

We'll see as much sport in catching him alive as we would in shooting him.
Hunt 'em up, there!" he added, waving his hand along the path.
The hounds, baying fierce and loud at every jump, went tearing through the cane, followed by the boys, who moved in single file, Don leading the way.

A very few minutes sufficed to bring them to the cleared spot in which Godfrey's camp was located, and there they found the hounds running about showing every sign of anger and excitement.
"They're on a warm trail," said Don, looking first into each corner of the cleared space and then up into the trees over his head.

"The game has just left here.

This is somebody's old camp, and the bear has taken possession of it.