As they joined him, led on by the irrepressible Jimmie, the boys gave the wolf call again.
"Just to let the kid know we're comin'!" Jimmie explained.
Then, while the boys stood considering the course to pursue, the square of light was cut by a figure standing between the flame and the window space.

The watchers could not, of course, see the face which was looking out on the stormy night, but they knew that it was Fremont who stood there.
"There's no one in the room with him but that big lobster," Jimmie whispered, "and there's no one watching outside! If I were in his place I'd take a dive into the night! You bet I would." "Perhaps he will," Nestor replied.

"It would be a good thing to do provided he can get out of the window and out of the little circle of light before the Englishman can get out his gun and shoot." "I'll give him a little advice on the subject," Frank observed, and the next moment the low whine of a bear sounded through the storm.

It whined, then lifted into a deep growl, then died away into a whine again.
"What does that mean ?" asked Jimmie.
"That is one Black Bear telling another to take to his heels!" was the reply.

"You will see Fremont making for that opening in a second.
Here he comes!" Fremont was indeed springing through the opening where the sash had been.