She thought the idea of the bear all nonsense; she did not know what she feared; the very mystery of the thing had thoroughly frightened her.
"Keep still, Sarah; you hit me.

I don't want to fire till I see." "Oh, it's coming, it's coming!" cried Sarah, starting back with a scream.
She clung, in her terror, to Gypsy's arm; jerked it; the trigger snapped, and a loud explosion echoed and re-echoed and reverberated among the trees.
It was followed by a sound the most horrible Gypsy had heard in all her life.
It was a human cry.

_It was Tom's voice._.