It was Frank Reade, Jr.
“Whurroo! Hold up, Misther Frank!” cried the Celt, excitedly. “Shure, I’ll be afther savin’ yez!”
“Help, Barney!” cried Frank, feebly.
The bear was certainly getting the best of the young inventor.
There is no doubt but that he would have succumbed if it had not been for Barney’s arrival.
The Celt was overjoyed to be able to strike a blow for his master.
All through his experiences he had kept possession of his rifle.
He now ran up to the bear and placed the muzzle against his heart.
Barney pulled the trigger.
The battle was finished.