A PANORAMIC GRIZZLY-BEAR HUNT 273 



because Mr. Phillips had taken off his outer shirt of gray 

 flannel that we were able to locate him by his white under- 

 shirt. Besides, they made the run in record-breaking 

 time, and Charlie did not expect them to reach the bear 

 so quickly. 



John Phillips declares he and Norboe reached the 

 creek at the foot of the mountain in the quickest time they 

 ever made. Within ten minutes after they left us, they 

 found a foaming stream of ice-cold water. 



" Last chance to drink! " cried Mack, throwing him- 

 self flat upon the stones. Mr. Phillips did not dare to 

 drink, for fear of the effect it might have on his wind in 

 the hard run upward; but he flung himself down, and 

 plunged his head into the water. Dripping from the 

 stream, he rose and dashed at the steep slope of the north- 

 ern mountain, gaining a few seconds on Norboe. 



For several reasons, the hunters dared not run directly 

 toward the bear. It might detect them, and if it took 

 alarm before they could get in a fatal shot, they would 

 have a hard time chasing it up hill. So they bore away 

 westwardly, to make a long detour through the big tract 

 of green timber that would bring them out above their 

 quarry. Like all mountain-climbing through green tim- 

 ber, they had to work hard for all they won. They went 

 up fully a mile before swinging eastward, and then an- 

 other mile before reaching their game. 



Once when they reached a small open slide, they 

 halted in the opening, and with their binoculars looked 

 across at Charlie. He was sharply defined on the skyline, 

 but made no sign of any kind. They waved to him, f ran- 



