as he launched himself, and trembled 

 when he struck. Three men, three 

 horses, in each other's way. The dust 

 was thick ; they only knew he struck 

 struck struck! The horses never 

 rose. 



" Santa Maria ! " came a cry of death, 

 and hovering riders dashed to draw 

 the Bear away. Three horses dead, 

 one man dead, one nearly so, and only 

 one escaped. 



" Crack! crack! crack!" went the 

 pistols now as the Bear went rocking 

 his huge form in rapid charge for the 

 friendly hills; and the four riders, 

 urged by Kellyan, followed fast. They 

 passed him, wheeled, faced him. The 

 pistols had wounded him in many 

 places. 



" Don't shoot don't shoot, but tire 

 him out," the hunter urged. 



" Tire him out? Look at Carlos and 



