He rose rubbing his elbow and turned the
flashlight toward the front.
"I know where we are now," he said. "We're about eight miles from
the cabin. This place here is called Bear Ridge, and it's about
the only collection of rocks and caverns that I know of in this
district."
"Can't we find a cavern to crawl into?" asked George, his teeth
chattering with the cold.
"If we find a cavern," advised Thede, "we're likely to find a
couple of bears packed away in it!"
"I don't care if there are a hundred bears!" grumbled George.
"I'll freeze to death if I stay out in this snow another minute!"
After a long and difficult climb the boys came to a ledge of rock
and crawled into a small opening revealed by the searchlight.
"The beds are all full tonight, I guess," George said shivering.
"I hear Bruin kicking about being disturbed."
CHAPTER V
A BOY SCOUT TRICK
"Where's that fool boy going now?" asked Tommy as George, in
pursuit of the spy, dashed into the thicket.
"What did he see back here that caused him to let out a yell like
that?" asked Sandy.
"I don't believe he saw anything!" Will declared. "He just thought
he'd give us a good scare by pretending he'd bumped into a band of
Indians, or something like that.
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