By this time Jack had reached his chums. Their clothing was disheveled, and their hands and faces were covered with dirt, but the bear had not harmed them.
“I thought it was all up with you,” said Jack with relief in his voice.
“So did I,” admitted Nat. “But I guess that bear was dead when he started to roll. It was when it hit us, anyway, for it never made a move. It rolled right on top of us, and Sam yelled——”
“So did you,” spoke Sam quickly. “You were just as frightened as I was.”
“I guess that’s right,” admitted Nat. “But you got your bear, all right, Jack.”
They looked at the dead animal. It was a large grizzly.
“Another trophy for the gun club,” remarked Sam. “Say, we’re doing all right for amateurs. Jack’s new organization is a success.”
“It’s all to the bear steaks!” exclaimed Nat with a grin, as he gently caressed his elbow, where the skin was rubbed off.
“How are we going to get this back to camp?” asked Will.