CHAPTER XIII.
AN ARREST.
Nick’s breath was knocked out of him, but he was not stunned.
He knew partly what had happened.
It was a wild beast that had borne him to the ground.
Kerr’s remarks about the “panther scare” flashed upon his memory.
Evidently, this beast had sprung upon him from the top of the ledge.
He could feel the great limbs quivering, and one of the claws scratched his hand.
All this was in a quarter of a second.
In the next second, Nick had exerted all his giant strength, and rolled the beast over.
He got upon his knees and fired his revolver three times in rapid succession at the huge carcass that he could feel but not see in front of him.