“Now take it easy,” said Randy presently. “Those rocks where we saw the bear are not over a hundred yards away.”
“Come on! Let us circle a little to the south,” cautioned Jack. “We don’t want the wind to carry our scent. Some of those bears have a nose as keen as a deer, so I’ve been told.”
As they advanced between the trees and around the rocks and brushwood the six lads carried their guns ready for instant use. If the truth must be told, each was anxious to get the first shot at the game.
“There he is!”
“He’s coming this way!”
“Shoot him!”
[Bang! Crack! Bang! went the] shot[guns] and light rifles [the boys carried], and the black bear, suddenly leaping from some rough rocks just ahead of them, was shot in the foreshoulder and in the rump. The beast emitted a loud roar, and then suddenly disappeared behind some nearby brushwood.
“Where’d he go?”
“Look out! He may jump out at you!”