"Quick, Dick Travers," he exclaimed, in a thrilling whisper, "quick! What's the matter with you—get your picture!"
The official photographer had almost forgotten his mission. But he set about repairing his error with so much energy that he nearly fell overboard.
A warning "sh—sh" from Hank steadied him, and, to his relief, the animals paid no heed.
Eagerly, he again adjusted the light and sighted the camera.
"Ready, Dave," he whispered. "Set off the powder."
A blinding glare followed, and Dick Travers gave a low cry of triumph.
"As sure as you live, I got it," he murmured, exultantly. "Christopher!"
The combat was approaching an end.
The larger moose backed away, then plunged forward.
Crash! Its antlers landed with telling force; its antagonist staggered, sank to his knees, then toppled heavily over, and a wave surged forth as he fell among the water-lilies and rushes. The mountains threw back on the night air the conqueror's bellow of triumph.