Bear behind. He wheeled ofcouioe 

 you never follow trail smell when you 

 can find body smell and came gallop- 

 ing back with a different yapping and 

 a bristling in his mane. 



" Don't understand that/' whispered 

 Bonamy. 



" It's B'ar, all right/' was the an- 

 swer; and the dog, bounding high, 

 went straight toward the foe. 



Jack heard him coming, smelt him 

 coming, and at length saw him coming; 

 but it was the smell that roused him 

 the full scent of the bully of his youth. 

 The anger of those days came on him, 

 and cunning enough to make him lurk 

 in ambush: he backed to one side of 

 the trail where it passed under a root, 

 and, as the little yellow tyrant came, 

 Jack hit him once, hit him as he had 

 done some years before, but now with 

 the power of a grown Grizzly. No 



