"Whoop! He's down!" shrieked a cowboy curveting near by.
"Take care! He's coming again, Jerry!" shouted Frank.
The bear had rolled over at the shot, but being one of the toughest
animals in the world, he had immediately gained his feet again, and was
once more advancing.
But Jerry knew what to do, even though he had never met quarry of this
caliber before. He pumped another cartridge into the chamber,
deliberately took aim, with apparently little show of excitement, and
fired again.
Once more the grizzly stumbled and fell. When he tried to get up again
he did not seem equal to the effort.
Mr. Mabie was shaking the hand of the young Nimrod with great
enthusiasm. Perhaps he had purposely tried the nerve of Jerry, to find
out what manner of boys these were, of whom old Jesse Wilcox spoke so
well.
Now that the monster was dead, the ponies consented to draw somewhat
closer; but the boys had to dismount, and hand over their steeds to a
cowman when they wished to reach the spot where the victim of the hunt
lay.
Will, with his camera, was, of course, in evidence.
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