Whatever it is, he means to tell us!" cried Jerry, his eyes glowing with
the nerve-racking anxiety.
CHAPTER VII
THE GRIZZLY AT BAY
"Boys, do you want to see some fun?" called the ranchman as he came up.
"Always ready for that sort of thing, sir. What's going on?" asked
Frank.
"An old friend of ours, whom we call 'Mountain Charlie,' has broken
bounds at last, and is even now trying to drag one of my best yearlings
off to the mountain canyon where he has his den," replied the other.
"Mountain Charlie?" repeated Frank, mystified.
"And has a den in the mountains, too! What sort of a beast is that? Or
can it be a wild man?" asked Bluff.
The ranchman laughed heartily.
"I forgot you were tenderfeet, boys. We call a grizzly by that name out
here. This fellow we have known for some time. Hunting him has never
proven a profitable business, and, as a rule, he has never before come
so far out in the open; but hunger tempted the old chap, and the man who
galloped in told me he was even then dragging the yearling he had killed
in the direction of the hills.
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