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there was not very much but his handker- 

 chief left. One of the professors then took 

 a piece of gold from his pocket and gave 

 it to the little Bear-Slayer. The boy was 

 so glad that tears came into his eyes and 

 he turned to go. 



"See here! I'm sorry for what I said. 

 Yes, I am. I ought to be ashamed, and I 

 am ashamed." 



It was the smart boy from Boston who 

 had been looking on all this time, and who 

 now came forward with his hand held out. 



"See here!" he said. "I've got a forty- 

 dollar shotgun to give away, and I want 

 you to have it. Yes, I do. There's my 

 hand on it. Take my hand, and you shall 

 have the gun just as soon as it gets here." 



The two shook hands, and the boys all 

 shouted with delight; and on the very next 

 Saturday one of these two boys went out 

 hunting quail with a fine shotgun on his 

 shoulder. 



It was the silent little hero, The Bear- 

 Slayer of San Diego. 



