CHAPTER XII.
THE TUG OF WAR.
Jack Dudley, being some paces in advance of Fred Greenwood, and alarmed for him because of his greater peril, had slightly slackened his speed, for he was not the one to seek safety at the expense of his comrade.

The instant he saw him fall he stopped short, and, wheeling about, fired at the grizzly, and pumping a second cartridge into the chamber of his Winchester, let fly again, both shots striking the beast, who was so close that a miss was impossible.
It need not be said that Fred, having pitched forward on his hands and knees, did not remain thus.

No hunter, even if a youth, gives up so long as there is a fighting chance for life.

He instantly leaped to his feet, and a couple of bounds placed him beyond reach, for the moment, of his terrible enemy.
The bear seemed to understand who had wounded him last, and, although closer to Fred than to his companion, he swerved to the left and headed for Jack Dudley.

The latter did not stay on the order of his going, but made off at his highest speed.