"Look! Look!" she cried.

"There he is, just ready to spring!" We all looked up, and, sure enough, on the lower branch of the oak, half enveloped in foliage, we saw the bear extended at full length and blinking down at us.

I gave a shout of delight.
"Now, keep back, all of you!" I cried.

"Bears don't spring from trees, but it will be better for you to be out of the way while I try to get him down." I walked up to the oak-tree, and then I found that the bear was still firmly attached to it.

His chain had been fastened loosely around the trunk; he had climbed up to the branch and pulled the chain with him.
I now called upon Orso to come down, but apparently he did not understand English, and lay quietly upon the branch, his head towards the trunk of the tree.