Helen held her breath.
But Dale relaxed, lowering the barrel.
"Can't see the sights very well," he whispered, shaking his head.
"Remember, now--if I yell you climb!" Again he aimed and slowly grew rigid.

Helen could not take her fascinated eyes off him.

He knelt, bareheaded, and in the shadow she could make out the gleam of his clear-cut profile, stern and cold.
A streak of fire and a heavy report startled her.

Then she heard the bullet hit.

Shifting her glance, she saw the bear lurch with convulsive action, rearing on his hind legs.