“Do you feel strong enough to tell me about it?” Jack asked as soon as they had finished.
“Sure. I feel all right except for the leg and a sore head. But there isn’t a whole lot to tell.”
“There’s a whole lot of bear anyhow,” Jack interrupted as he glanced at the huge animal.
“How did it happen?”
“Well, it was early this morning. I remember looking at my watch and it was three o’clock. Then the mosquitoes left and I fell asleep. Some noise woke me up a few minutes later and along came this fellow. I tell you, Jack, I thought my time had come. It was so dark that I couldn’t see a thing. It came closer and closer till I had just decided to pull the trigger when something hit me on the side of the head and that’s all I know. The next thing I knew you were bending over me. Did you shoot the bear?”
“Shoot nothing. Why you must have been unconscious for six hours or more. And you must have pulled that trigger just in time for she’s shot right through the heart. Must have killed her instantly.”
“It was a sure enough lucky shot for me,” Bob sighed.
And then with one accord they both bowed their head and it is doubtful if two more heartfelt prayers ever ascended to Heaven.
“Give me a hand, Jack, and let’s see if I can stand on this leg.”
“Think you better try it so soon?”