Then, just as he knew that the cat was winning a shot rang out and the struggle was over. Shot through the head the cat fell over on one side, clawed frantically for a moment and then was still.
"Some shot," Bob gasped.
"And some pussy cat," Jack added as he gazed at the huge animal.
"Are you hurt?"
"Guess I got a few scratches but they don't amount to much," Jack replied.
Suddenly, to Bob's amazement, Jack burst out laughing.
"What's funny," he demanded.
"Honestly, Bob, if you could have seen yourself dancing about holding on to that fellow's tail, you wouldn't have to ask. It was better than a circus though I didn't think of it at the time."
"But your pants are torn to ribbons, boy. Are you sure you're not injured?"
Investigations showed that Jack's legs were scratched in several places but the scratches were not deep and, although a couple of them were bleeding rather freely, he insisted that it was nothing.