"He crept closer an' closer, growlin' and spittin' away fer all the world
like a big tomcat gettin' ready t' fight. I makes a swing at him with the
axe, an' he jumps back a little, and fer a few seconds jest crouches an'
glares at me, his eyes like two big, gleamin' emeralds. Then he gathers
himself fer a spring, an' I gets ready fer what I knows is comin'.
"Suddenly he shot through the air, an' as he comes down I slams out at
him with the axe. The critter dodges even while he's in the air, but he
couldn't squirm aside altogether, an' the sharp axe caught him a gash
that laid his shoulder open. He gives a great yell, and then all I can
remember is his landin' on me like a cyclone, fetchin' me a blow on the
side of the head with his paw that it's a wonder didn't do fer me then
an' there. After that everythin' went dark, an' the next I knew I was
lyin' in my bunk at camp, with my leg done up in splints, my left arm,
that had been chawed by the painter, done up in bandages, an' my head so
bound up that there wasn't much left out but my nose.
"The boys told me that when I didn't show up at supper-time they began to
get anxious, and when I hadn't showed up an hour later they got up a
searchin' party and set out to look fer me in the direction they knew I'd
be comin' from.
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