CHAPTER VII
Good News
“WHAT is it?” cried Joe, as he noticed the look of anxiety on his chum’s face.
For answer, Bob pointed to the wild boar, and as Joe glanced around he shrank back in consternation.
“Quick!” he cried. “It’s going to charge!”
There was no time to lose. The animal, angered because cornered, was getting ready to stand its ground savagely. And the boys had heard of the wild boar’s terrible ferocity.
Almost in unison the youths raised their rifles and took careful aim. The guns were of only twenty-two caliber, not any too powerful for the occasion, but the chance had to be taken.
“Now,” murmured Bob, holding his rifle in a steady position.
Bang! Bang! Two shots rang out, and each found the mark.
But the small bullets did not stop the beast’s charge, and it came on with horrible atrocity.