They had
forgotten to reckon with the wonderful tenacity of life that makes a
grizzly bear the hardest thing in the world to kill. Six bullets were
embedded in his carcass and his life was ebbing. But his fiendish
ferocity was unimpaired, and he had gathered himself together for one
last onslaught.
There was no time to think, no chance to resist. The guns were on the
ground, and merely to stoop for them meant that the bear would be upon
them before they could rise. With one bound the boys leaped aside, and
scattered through the woods at the top of their speed.
The bear hesitated a second, as though undecided whom to follow, and then
put after Bert.
But it was a very different race this time from that of an hour before.
Then the odds had been against the fugitive; now they were with him.
The rage of the bear was greater, but his speed and strength were
failing. Bert easily increased his distance, and as he ran his quick mind
formed a plan of action.
Running in a circle, he gradually drew his pursuer around to the tree
where he had sought refuge.
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