"Yes, indeed, but still—what was that?"
"Jumpin' June bugs!" cried Jack Blowfen. "Dottery, did ye hear that?"
"I did," replied the old ranch owner, and he clutched his gun apprehensively.
"I heard something," said Chet. "What was it?"
"A bar, boy, sure ez ye are born—a grizzly!"
"Oh!"
At once the little party came to a halt. To the right of them was a tall overhanging rock, to the left a number of prickly bushes. Ahead and behind was the winding and uneven road along which their animals had come on a walk.
"Do ye see old Ephraim?" asked Jack Blowfen, as he, too, got his gun in readiness.
"I don't see anything," declared Paul.
Bang! It was Chet's gun which spoke. He fired up toward the top of the overhanging rock. Scarcely had the shot rung out than a fearful roar of mingled pain and rage rent the air.
"Shot him, by Jupiter!" cried Caleb Dottery. "Stand from under, quick!"
Hardly had the word been given than there was another roar. Then a heavy weight filled the
