Sure enough,—just what Bayard has been wanting to see. Old Bruin comes out from the bushes and sniffs around.
Bayard's heart beats fast, and he trembles; but not from fear. Oh, no! Perish the man who would suggest such a thing.
Bruin sees Bayard and shows his teeth.
Bayard picks up his gun. Bear growls, and stands upon his hind legs.
Bayard raises his gun to his shoulder, his finger on the trigger. Bear comes nearer.
Bayard aims. Bang!
Has he killed it? Smoke clears away. No, the bear is still there; and he is thoroughly angry, too. Perhaps some of the shot has lodged in his side.
Bear utters a loud growl, and springs forward. Bayard now thoroughly frightened; but too much excited to run.
Bang! bang! Another shot.