They all obeyed except Genevieve, who wanted very much to linger behind and help me lead him.
But this I would not permit.
The bear followed me with his usual docility until we had emerged from the woods.

Then he gave a little start, and fixed his eyes upon Percy, who stood at a short distance, his rifle in his hand.

I had not supposed that this bear was afraid of anything, but now I had reason to believe that he was afraid of guns, for the instant he saw the armed boy he made the little start I have mentioned, and followed it up by a great bolt which jerked the chain from my hand, and the next instant Orso was bounding away in great lopes, his chain rattling behind him.
Promptly Percy brought his rifle to his shoulder.

"Don't you fire!" I shouted.

"Put down your gun and leave it here.