"See there," said Dan, pointing up in the tree.
Lawrence looked, and saw up in the tree what looked like two coals of fire.
"Hold your brand where I can see the sights of my gun," whispered Dan.
Lawrence did so. Dan took a quick aim and fired. There came a terrible scream, a crashing among the branches, and then a huge panther lay struggling on the ground, tearing up the earth in his death agony.
Bruno seemed to have recovered from his fright, for he was about to spring on the struggling animal, when Harry cried, "Back, Bruno, back!"
Still Bruno would have rushed to his fate if Lawrence had not struck him a sharp rap over the nose with the burning brand.
At last the beast lay still.
"That was a good shot, Dan," said Lawrence. The ball had struck the panther squarely between the eyes.
"What could have induced him to visit our camp?" asked Harry.
"The smell of the meat the boys roasted for supper," replied Dan. "You know, we brought along some of those pigs we had for dinner."