Lan from this remembered her after- 

 ward as the " Pinto." She had almost 

 caught him that time, and the hunter 

 was ready to believe that he owed her 

 a grudge. 



A week later his chance came. As 

 he passed along the rim of Pocket 

 Gulch, a small, deep valley with sides 

 of sheer rock in most places, he saw 

 afar the old Pinto Bear with her two 

 little brown cubs. She was crossing 

 from one side where the wall was low 

 to another part easy to climb. As she 

 stopped to drink at the clear stream 

 Lan fired with his rifle. At the shot 

 Pinto turned on her cubs, and slapping 

 first one, then the other, she chased 

 them up a tree. Now a second shot 

 struck her and she charged fiercely up 

 the sloping part of the wall, clearly 

 recognizing the whole situation and de- 

 termined to destroy that hunter. She 



