"Let us go up and look at him." They went up and stood over the huge beast.

He was not quite dead.
He opened his glazing eyes, made a convulsive movement with his paws as if he would like to attack his foes, and then his head fell back and he moved no more.
"He's gone, sure enough," said Bickford.

"Good-by, old grizzly.

You meant well, but circumstances interfered with your good intentions." "Now let us look up Hogan," said Joe.
The man had sunk to the ground utterly exhausted, and in his weakness and terror had fainted.
Joe got some water and threw it in his face.
He opened his eyes and drew a deep breath.

A sudden recollection blanched his face anew, and he cried: "Don't let him get at me!" "You're safe, Mr.Hogan," said Joe.