Perched on an icy ledge.
The bear squatted at the bottom.
Both glaring at each other!
“Jerusalem!” cried the inventor.
“Why doan’ yer git down?” laughed Pomp.
“He’s cornered in earnest,” the professor remarked, dryly.
“Take the wheel,” said Frank. “I want some bear meat for dinner.”
The professor complied, and the young inventor took a pneumatic rifle that threw dynamite bombshells and went outside.
Aiming at the bear, he fired one shot.
Sput! went the piece, and zing-g-g! went the ball.