OH, SHOOT! 



which really matched my furniture, and in 

 fact, there were sundry reasons why I in< 

 creased my normal speed of limb. 



To stroll means to advance carelessly. I 

 strolled up to the skiff so carelessly that I 

 nearly broke a leg getting into it, then headed 

 for the launch. Perhaps a rear view had con- 

 vinced the bear that my hair was too stiff, 

 or that I was not sufficiently well furred for 

 his use; at any rate, he did not pursue me, 

 and in fifteen minutes I was back again and 

 had taken up the trail. Two hours later I 

 stumbled out of the woods, sweaty, smelling 

 of blood, and supremely proud of a wet, heavy 

 skin which dragged upon my aching shoulders, 

 its points trailing on the ground behind me. 



It had been a matter of a quick, careful 

 search with the glasses, a brown blot creeping 

 across an open meadow, a lung-bursting de- 

 tour to leeward, and then a breathless descent 

 of the mountain side, till a fringe of brown hair 

 showed through the grass. There had been a 

 quick guess at where the shoulder should be, 

 a vision of snarling white teeth, and a great 

 bulk lifting itself up towards me; another 

 squint at a hairy chest between two huge 

 forearms, and then three snap shots which 



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