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it would have been unusual to have finished a 

 grizzly with a single shot. But the second shot 

 was followed by others about as fast as they could 

 be fired until my count told me that Ned had 

 fired his last shot. 



I shouted, but the trouble was too distant for 

 my voice to carry and no sound came to me. It 

 was slow work crossing the ravine, though in my 

 haste I took many chances and fell several times. 

 The end was a happy one for as I came into the 

 open I saw Ned leaning against a rock, while 

 almost at his feet lay the body of a huge silver- 

 tip, the most savage member of the grizzly fam- 



ay. 



"Tell me about it, Ned," said I. 



"There isn't much to tell, only that when I 

 came around this rock I saw that grizzly digging 

 in that little green patch over there. It isn't 

 more than eighty yards and you know I can put 

 a bullet just where I want to at that distance." 



"Of course you can, but why didn't you?" 



"I did, and there is the hole, right behind his 

 fore shoulder, just where I aimed. Well, he just 



