The beast did not see the woman opposite him, but rushed at the log and was half way across it when she screamed.

Then it paused.

Behind was the dog, before the woman; it advanced slowly, growling.
Harlson, in the tree, saw it all, and, as a fireman drops with a rush down the pole in the engine-house, he came down the maple's boll and bounded toward the log.

The bear hesitated.
"Shoot! you little fool, shoot!" shouted the man, as he ran.
Her courage returned in a moment, at least did partial presence of mind.

She raised the gun desperately, and the report rang out.