CHAPTER XIV. 
TO THE RESCUE ! 
GRIZZLY, a grizzly cub!" re- 
peated Joe and his mate. " Come 
quick, Nat ! The old one must 
be near." 
Nat must have failed to catch 
the import of their cries, for he 
still toiled upward, despite the 
warning gestures of the men, and 
the renewed struggles of the cub. 
Mr. Button, in an agony of dread lest he should be too 
late, started down to meet the lad. He had hardly cleared 
the first boulder when a hoarse panting was heard by all, 
and a crashing among the underbrush at the foot of the 
knoll. The noise ceased as suddenly as it began, and the 
anxious father hoped for a moment that the danger was 
past. He reached Nat's side in safety, almost tore the 
cub from his arms, laid the animal down on the ground, 
and, catching up his son without a word, started for the 
camp. 
As he did so, a low, deep growl came from below, 
together with a renewed trampling of dry twigs and 
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