Then Bo came out into a large open offshoot of the park, right under the mountain slope, and here she sat, her horse watching and listening.
Helen rode up to her, imagining once that she had heard the hound.
"Look! Look!" Bo's scream made her mustang stand almost straight up.
Helen gazed up to see a big brown bear with a frosted coat go lumbering across an opening on the slope.
"It's a grizzly! He'll kill Pedro! Oh, where is Dale!" cried Bo, with intense excitement.
"Bo! That bear is running down! We--we must get--out of his road," panted Helen, in breathless alarm.
"Dale hasn't had time to be close....

Oh, I wish he'd come! I don't know what to do." "Ride back.

At least wait for him." Just then Pedro spoke differently, in savage barks, and following that came a loud growl and crashings in the brush.

These sounds appeared to be not far up the slope.
"Nell! Do you hear?
Pedro's fighting the bear," burst out Bo.

Her face paled, her eyes flashed like blue steel.