He grasped it, and the next instant the cabin roared with the rifle shot.

The great bear uttered a whining cry, plucked once or twice at his breast, and then stretched himself out in front of Jim Hart's furnace, quite dead.

Paul stopped dancing to and fro, and uttered a gasp of relief.
"You got that rifle just in time, Sol," he said.
"We shorely did need a gun," Shif'less Sol said.

"I guess nobody ever had a more sudden or unwelcome visitor than you an' me did, Paul.

But I believe that thar b'ar wuz ez bad skeered ez we wuz." "And just look at our house," said Paul ruefully.