"Yes," said Clive.

"Where?"

"At the left end of the lower room, under a pile of fagots."

"Can't you manage to drive him out, so that I can get a shot at
him?" asked Frank, proudly brandishing his weapon.

"O, no. We can't do anything."

"I wish you could," said Frank.

"I wish we could too." said David, fervently.

Upon this Frank talked with the guide. The question was, what
should they do now? The most desirable thing was, to draw the
wild beast out of his lair, so that they might have a fair chance
with him; but, unfortunately, the wild beast utterly refused to
move from his lair.

After some talk with his guide, Frank suggested that a large number
of the crowd should go to the rear, and the left end of the house,
and strike at it, and utter appalling cries, so as to frighten the
wild boar and drive him out. This proposal the guide explained to
the crowd, who at once proceeded with the very greatest alacrity
to act upon it. Most of them were delighted at the idea, of fighting
the enemy in that fashion; and so it happened that the entire crowd
took up their station in a dense mass at the rear of the building;
and then they proceeded to beat upon the walls of the house, to
shout, to yell, and to utter such hideous sounds, that any ordinary
animal would simply have gone mad with fright, and died on the
spot. But this animal proved to be no ordinary one in this respect.
Either he was accustomed to strange noises, or else he had such
nerves of steel, that the present uproar affected him no more than
the sighing of the gentlest summer breeze; indeed, David and Clive
were far more affected, for at the first outbreak of that tumultuous
uproar, they actually jumped from the floor, and thought that the
rickety old house was tumbling about their ears.

During this proceeding, Frank stood bravely in front of the door,
about a dozen yards off, with his rusty fowling-piece; and close
beside him stood Bob with his pitchfork, Uncle Moses with his
scythe, and the guide with his rope.

"He doesn't care for this at all," said Frank, in a dejected tone.
"We must try something else. What shall we do?"

And saying this, he turned once more and talked with the guide.

Meanwhile David and Clive, who had recovered their equanimity,
rushed to the opening, and began to assist their friends by doing
what they could to frighten the wild boar.

"Shoo-o-o-o-o-o!" said David.

"Hs-s-s-s-s-s-s!" said Clive.

"Bo-o-o-o-o-o-