A loud report was heard when it hit the bear’s head.
When the flash of fire and glare of smoke vanished the bear was lying on its side violently kicking, and the upper part of its head was scattered to the four winds of heaven.
“Bull’s eye!” yelled Barney.
“Lower the Ranger!” said Frank.
When she alighted the inventor descended the ladder.
Walking over to Barney, he asked:
“How did he send you to roost?”
“Faith, he didn’t,” grinned Barney. “I wint av me own accord.”
“I don’t see how you got way up there.”
“More power to me toes, I clumb ther wall loike a floy.”