"It is Giant calling," answered the doctor's son. "He must be in trouble!"
"Whopper! Whopper!" came to their ears. "Help me! A bear is after me!"
"A bear is after Giant!" gasped Snap. "Come on, Shep, we must aid him!"
"There he is." said Shep, as they swept around a bend of the lake.
"And look, a big bear is after him!"
"Let us shoot the bear!" cried Snap, and dropped his hold of the sled rope, while the doctor's son did the same. Then both young hunters brought around their shotguns and aimed at the big bear. But Giant was also in range and they did not dare to fire.
"Giant, run to one side!" sang out Snap. "Give us a chance to shoot! I think I can hit him."
"Snap!" gasped the smaller member of the Gun Club. "Shoot him! shoot him! He wants to eat me up!"
"Hullo! hullo!" came from the camp, and now Whopper appeared, rifle in hand. "By ginger, a bear!"
By this time the bear was closing in upon poor Giant. The beast was hungry and the smell of fish was very tempting. With nothing else to do, Giant threw his mess of fish directly in the bear's face.
The movement was a surprise to bruin and he stopped short. Then he caught up the string of fish, turned swiftly but clumsily, and lumbered off in the direction of the forest bordering the lake.