The canuon narrowed, the stream-bed deepened.

She had to slow down to get through the trees and rocks.

Quite unexpectedly she rode pell-mell upon Dale and Bo and the panting Pedro.

Her horse plunged to a halt, answering the shrill neighs of the other horses.
Dale gazed in admiring amazement at Helen.
"Say, did you meet the bear again ?" he queried, blankly.
"No.

Didn't--you--kill him ?" panted Helen, slowly sagging in her saddle.
"He got away in the rocks.