WHEN THE ICEBERG TURNED But the bear had spent its vitality, and as Bobby sprang nimbly aside it fell at the very spot upon which the young hunter had stood when he delivered his last shot, struggled a little, gave a gasp or two, and died.

And when Jimmy came running up a moment later Bobby with great pride was standing by the side of his prostrate victim.
"We got him, Jimmy! We got him!" said he in high glee, touching the carcass with his toe.
"But, Bobby, what a chance you took!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Supposing you hadn't stopped him!" "No chance of that at all," declared Bobby in his usual positive tone.
"All I wanted was time to load, and I knew I'd get him." "Well, I'm thankful you got him, instead of he getting you, and I was afraid for a minute he was going to get us both," and Jimmy breathed relief, as he placed his foot against the dead bear.

"My, but he's a big one! I don't think I ever saw a bigger one!" "He _is_ a ripper!" admitted Bobby proudly.

"Won't the folks be glad!" And Bobby was justified in his pride.