It was a dreadful thing to do, but I must leave him there no longer.

I will tell you all about it when I come back." I had decided upon a plan of action.

I ran down the road to the bear, took down some bars of the fence, and then, untying him, I led him over a field to a patch of woodland.

Orso shuffled along humbly as if it did not make any difference to him where he went, and when I reached the woods I entered it by an old cart-road, and soon struck off to one side among some heavy underbrush.

Finding a spot where it would be impossible for the beast to be seen from the road, I fastened him securely to a tree.