Until that moment he had been running straight away from Fred, but now, of necessity, he turned partly toward him.

Recalling the words of Hank Hazletine, Fred aimed at a point just back of the foreleg, as it reached forward.

The ball sped true to its aim, and entering, perhaps, the most vulnerable point of the body, did more than all the other bullets that had found a lodging-place in the grizzly, for it inflicted a mortal wound.
It was this fact that destroyed the effort of the bear at the crisis of its inception.

The attempt already put forth carried him well beyond the side of the canyon, but it failed to land him firmly on the other margin.

His forepaws went over the top, precisely as the hands of Jack Dudley had done, and began a furious scratching of the flinty surface, while the hind feet clawed with equal fierceness the inner side of the wall.