Bob had taken a position a number of yards from the others. He had intended to search another part of the jungle. The youth was holding his gun in readiness now, looking for a chance to take aim.
Then he thought the time had come to fire, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! The rifle spoke, but the bear had suddenly turned, and the bullet missed.
With a snort of rage the huge beast turned on Bob, showing its terrible teeth savagely.
Bob saw the danger and was hurriedly trying to work the bolt on his rifle. But unfortunately the mechanism had jammed.
Helpless, the youth would be at the mercy of those terrible teeth and claws! Already he could imagine the horror of what would follow.
Bang! Bang! Two rifles barked, and each bullet found its mark. Another shot and the huge bear fell dead, almost at Bob’s feet.
“Whew!” gasped Karl Sutman, holding his smoking rifle. “Another narrow escape to add to you fellows’ already long list.”
“We’re piling ’em up thick and fast,” said Bob. He could laugh, now that the danger was over.