Henry thought it was.
“I see the very place to plant a fatal shot,” George hinted.
“Plant it, then,” Steve growled.
George, eager to slay the monster, fired quickly.
The smoke cleared away, and there lay the bear, in exactly the same position.
“It is stone-dead, surely enough!” Will said, as though surprised.
“No; I fancied I saw it move a little,” Mr. Lawrence said.
“Then let us all fire a round of balls into it,” Steve suggested.
“I won’t have it riddled with shot!” George said angrily. “I saw just where to hit it, and I hit it there, and it’s dead.”