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Ward, back. "Great!" I said.134 "It's occupied, but I guess we can squeeze in," added Van Sant. And sure enough. Animals had got here first; all kinds&mdash;coyotes, rabbits, squirrels, skunks, porcupines, a big gray wolf, and a brown bear, and one or two things whose names I didn't know. But we didn't care. We forced right in, to the very middle; nothing paid much attention to us, except to step aside and give us room. Of course the coyotes snarled and so did the wolf; but the bear simply lay panting, he was so fat. And we lay panting, too.
	
The fire might not be coming, and again it might. Animals are wise. The smoke certainly was worse. The air certainly was warmer. The breeze was changing, or else we were down into another breeze. Next I saw a black, shaggy creature lumbering past, before, and I pointed without stopping. They nodded. "Bear?" panted Ward. I nodded. The bear was getting out of the way, too.131 "Will we make it?" again asked Ward. "Sure," I answered. We had to. On we plowed. We were almost at the bottom of the slope and we ought
		
to be reaching those willows and aspens. The brush was not so bad, now; but the brush does not figure much in a forest fire when the flames leap from tree-top to tree-top and make a crown fire. That is the worst of all. This was hot enough to be a crown fire, if a breeze helped it. We saw lots of animals&mdash;rabbits and squirrels and porcupines and more deer, and the birds were calling and fluttering. The smoke rasped our throats; the air was thick with it and with the smell of burning pine. And how we
			
me. It was a coyote. And as I slid down like lightning, thinking hard as to what we must do and do at once, I heard a calling and Van Sant and Ward came rushing back. "We've found a place!" they cried huskily. "A boggy place, with willows. Let's get in it."We grabbed the packs. I carried one, at last. Scout Ward led straight for the place. Willows began to appear, clustering thick. That was a good sign. The ground grew wet and soft, and slushed about our feet. I tell you, it felt fine! "Will it do?" gasped Scout