more chance than you can help. Even then I've known him to shake a
fellow out of a small tree, and only for the assistance of the others he
must have killed the youngster."

"A grizzly can't climb a tree, then, sir?" questioned Will uneasily.

"Not ordinarily. He might manage to swarm up if the trunk was inclined
about forty-five degrees. Select straight ones, and of some size; then
you're safe."

"Thank you, Mr. Mabie. I'll follow your advice. You see, I'm only the
photographer of the club, and they could hardly afford to lose me,"
remarked Will, thinking some sort of an apology might be necessary for
his seeming timidity.

But the others did not laugh. They knew their chum too well for that. He
had proven more than once that when it came to a pinch he could conquer
his natural weakness, and show the right spirit of bravery, especially
if it were one of his comrades who was in peril.

"Well," remarked Reddy a short time later, "we're close to the place
now."

"I imagined as much," said Mr. Mabie, with a significant look around.

"You mean that this is an ideal spot for a grizzly to have his den?"
asked Jerry.

"Fine. Look at the tumbled-down rocks, making many a cave that affords
shelter from the elements, winter and summer. Then, of course, the old