With a shrill cry he sank down upon the ground, and, shutting his eyes, awaited the attack.
The bear increased his speed.
"Now let him have it!" said Joe in a sharp, quick whisper.
Mr.Bickford fired, striking the grizzly in the face.
Bruin stood still and roared angrily.

He wagged his large head from one side to the other, seeking by whom this attack was made.
He espied the two friends, and, abandoning his pursuit of Hogan, rolled angrily toward them.
"Give it to him quick, Joe!" exclaimed Bickford.

"He's making for us." Joe held his rifle with steady hand and took deliberate aim.

It was well he did, for had he failed both he and Bickford would have been in great peril.
His faithful rifle did good service.
The bear tumbled to the earth with sudden awkwardness.

The bullet had reached a vital part and the grizzly was destined to do no more mischief.
"Is he dead, or only feigning ?" asked Joe prudently.
"He's a gone coon," said Joshua.