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stood up on his hind legs, raked his claws across 

 his side and roared, 'Where is hef just as plain 

 as you could say it. Perhaps you don't believe 

 it?" 



"I'll believe anything, Ned, since you've got 

 the bear to show for it." 



"Well, he didn't see me at first but kept turn- 

 ing his head from side to side until I gave him 

 another pill. Then he came for me. How he 

 did come! I emptied my magazine and I don't 

 believe I wasted a shot, but it took the last one to 

 stop him." 



"Didn't you feel like running away?" 



"Never thought of it. Never thought of any- 

 thing but killing him." 



I have found this to have been the experience 

 of many hunters, as well as my own. Plenty of 

 nervousness before the critical moment, and even 

 after the event, but while the battle is on one 

 thinks only of his rifle and how to put the bullets 

 where they will do the most good. 



While we were talking Mackenzie and Tim 

 came hurrying toward us for they had heard the 



