The mouths of the three first animals were distended with frightful significance; the horns of the last were lowered as ominously.

As Genevra was preparing to faint, she heard a low voice behind her.
"Eternally dog-gone my skin ef this ain't the puttiest chance yet." At the same moment, a long, shining barrel dropped lightly from behind her, and rested over her shoulder.
Genevra shuddered.
"Dern ye--don't move!" Genevra became motionless.
The crack of a rifle rang through the woods.

Three frightful yells were heard, and two sullen roars.

Five animals bounded into the air and five lifeless bodies lay upon the plain.

The well-aimed bullet had done its work.