CHAPTER XXIX
THE BLIZZARD
Jack extended his hand, and clasped that of Will’s in a firm grip.
“This would have ended my hunting days if you hadn’t fired,” he said.
“Maybe he would have leaped over you,” said Will. “He was coming very fast.”
“I saw he was. He’d have jumped right on me, too, and that would have been the finish of yours truly. My, but that was a crack shot of yours.”
“I didn’t seem to take any aim. As soon as I saw him coming for you, I seemed to get steady all at once, and I didn’t tremble a bit.”
“Lucky for me you didn’t. My rifle went back on me just at the wrong minute.”
“What’s the matter with it?”
“I don’t know. I must take a look. It’s risky to be hunting with such a rifle.”