As he did
so two more bullets plowed their way into his breast. He tore savagely at
the wounds, and then plunged fiercely in the direction of his unseen
foes.
But his hour had struck. Another volley halted him in his tracks. He
sagged, coughed, and fell in a crumpled mass to the ground.
With a wild hurrah, Dick and Tom broke from cover, dropped their guns and
threw their arms about Bert, who had slid down to the foot of the tree.
The strain had been so great and the reaction was so tremendous that none
of them for a moment knew what he was doing. They shouted, laughed and
grasped each others' hands, too excited for coherent speech. They had
been through many perils together, but none so great and terrible as
this. And now all three were together again, safe and sound, and the
grizzly----
"Look out," screamed Bert, his face going white.
They jumped as though they had been shot.
Not ten feet away was the grizzly coming down on them like a locomotive.
His mouth was open, his eyes blazing, and with the blood flowing from
his wounds he made a hideous picture as he rushed forward.
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