from the scene of the fight, to spare 

 their nerves, but the Grizzly had three 

 hundred yards' start, five hundred yards 

 even, and before the gala mob gave out 

 a long and flying column of reckless, 

 riotous riders, the Grizzly had plunged 

 into the river, a flood no dog cared to 

 face, and had reached the chaparral 

 and the broken ground in line for the 

 piney hills. In an hour the ranch hotel, 

 with its galling chain, its cruelties, and 

 its brutal human beings, was a thing of 

 the past, shut out by the hills of his 

 youth, cut off by the river of his cub- 

 hood, the river grown from the rill born 

 in his birthplace away in Tallac's pines. 

 That Fourth of July was a glorious 

 Fourth it was Independence Day for 

 Grizzly Jack. 



