Forward, march."
With a last look at the scene of their thrilling experience, they boarded
the canoe, shot across the lake, and, packing up their traps, set out for
the ranch. They made quick time of it, as the road was now familiar and
led downhill all the way. Yet, despite their speed, dusk was settling
down when they reached the house, to receive a hearty greeting from their
hosts, who were becoming a little anxious at the delay.
Mrs. Melton paled as she heard the story of their frightful danger, and
Melton himself was deeply stirred at their narrow escape. He, better than
any one else, realized all the horror of the case had victory declared on
the side of the bear.
"You'll never be nearer death than you were to-day, my boys," he said
gravely; "and a kind of death that I don't care to think about. I'll send
Sandy and some of the men up to-morrow to get the skin, and I hope that
hide will be the nearest you ever come to seeing a grizzly again. You
came through all right to-day, but it's the kind of stunt a man doesn't
get way with twice. But now," he added more lightly, "I'll bet that
you're hungry enough to eat nails.
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