"Got a pail on each side of him, and another in his lap," said his father.
"Now," said Joe, "we've got him. We must all shoot together. Keep yer second barrel a moment, Mr. Calliper. Then give it to him."
Joe was an old hunter, and he wasn't good for anything else; but he knew all about bears.
Mrs. Calliper and the children heard the guns go off pretty quickly after that—bang! bang! bang! and then another bang.
"Oh dear! I hope they won't either of them get hurt!"
There was no danger of that, for the distance had been short, and ever so many slugs and buckshot had struck Dot's bear almost at the same time. He dropped the pail and rolled over on the ground, and he could not have hurt any one after that. He could not have picked a blackberry.
There came a great shout of triumph down the mountain-side. "Mary Jane! come and look at him!"
The boys heard it, and they tugged harder than ever at the stone-boat.
Such a bear that was!
"Such a berry big bear!" said Dot.