After some trying they managed to get the log on end near the edge of the gap. It was no trouble, then, to let it fall directly across, and as they had calculated rightly, there was another means of spanning the gulf.
So, one after another, they walked across; in fact Andy and Buckskin were so anxious to see what the grizzly looked like, that they neglected to go back and pick up their guns, which they had carelessly dropped at the time their help was needed in order to move the log. Andy insisted that Uncle Jethro also line up alongside the dead grizzly.
“You helped knock him out, and ought to be here more than me,” he declared, when the rancher showed signs of holding back; and so finally the three were grouped in a manner to allow of the game being shown, while the hunters also appeared in the picture.
After Andy had arranged this to suit him, he gave the camera into the charge of Buckskin, and then went over to take his place alongside Frank and the ranchman.
“Now, look in the finder, and see that you’ve got the bear in the middle of the picture,” Andy sang out. “How about it, Buckskin?”
“She’s all right, Andy; tell me when to give the punch,” came the reply.
“Be sure and hold the camera steady as a rock when you’re going to squeeze the bulb. Now, let her go, Gallagher!” and Andy assumed a pose as he spoke.
Immediately after there was a whoop.
“Right there with the goods, and a regular bull’s-eye at that!” shouted Buckskin. “I’m the boss boy with the picture machine, let me tell you. You see if that ain’t a family group to do you proud! Want any more took, Andy? Just you warble the word and Buckskin, he’ll try to accommerdate you all that’s a-goin’; sure he will. How about standin’ the bar up on his hind legs and take him that way! Wow! holy smoke! look what’s comin’ in on us, would you? Another bar, and bigger nor this un at that? Must be the mate o’ our game, and lookin’ kinder mad at us. Whar’s my gun? What in creation did I do with that six-shot pepper box? Run boys, he’s chargin’ us!”