Such Black Bear growls and sniffs as came from around the corner of the cliff were never heard before outside of a Wild West show.

There seemed to be half a dozen Black Bears growling at, and ready to devour each other.
When Nestor turned the corner of the cliff he saw four boys mixed up in what seemed to be a desperate struggle.

It was from this group that the wild growls were coming.

Now and then a word of greeting or a joyful laugh came from the storm-center, but the playful struggle went on.
"Holy Smoke!" Frank cried presently, drawing himself away from the bunch.

"What do you think of it?
Look who's here! Three Black Bears, Harry Stevens, Glen Howard and Jack Bosworth.