CHAPTER XVII.
PLENTY OF BLACK BEARS.
"There's four of us now," Jimmie urged, "and we've all got guns, so we ought to go after the lobsters and get Fremont away from them." "They look like dubs," Frank put in, "and I believe they'll run when they hear us shooting.

If you won't let me drum, you must let me shoot." "You got no drum!" grinned Jimmie.
"I'm afraid they would turn their guns on their prisoner if we attached them," said Nestor.

"We've just got to wait until we can cut him out." "I'm hungry enough to eat 'em all alive," cried Frank.
"I could get along pretty well if I had a couple of gallons of water," said Peter.
"If them lobsters find anything to eat or drink down there," Frank said, "we'll go down and take it away from them.

Looks like they were making for a feed." The boys now clambered cautiously to the summit and looked down the slope to the east.

The renegade and his men were slowly making their way toward the bottom.