But he saw that in spite of the lateness of the season, Wakayoo's coat was splendid--and he raised his rifle.
Baree saw this action.

He saw, a moment later, something spit from the end of the gun, and then he heard that deafening crash that had come with his own hurt, when the Willow's bullet had burned through his flesh.

He turned his eyes swiftly to Wakayoo.

The big bear had stumbled; he was on his knees.

And then he struggled to his feet and lumbered on.
The roar of the rifle came again, and a second time Wakayoo went down.
Pierrot could not miss at that distance.