Creeping close to where the bear was standing, he drew back the hammer,
took steady aim at the brute's body, and pulled the trigger. At once
there was a loud report, and Rod was sent reeling backward as if hit on
the shoulder by a huge rock. For an instant he imagined that the bear
had struck him with its paw, but a shout from the captain caused him to
scramble to his feet. Then his eyes rested upon the black form of the
bear lying upon the ground but a short distance away.
"Is it dead?" he asked, hurrying over to where the captain was standing.
"Dead! Doesn't he look like it?" was the reply, as the old man laid a
heavy hand affectionately upon the boy's shoulder. "That was a great
shot, lad, and jist in the nick of time. My! I was sure he was goin'
to have me fer dinner. That would have been a slower and more painful
death fer the brute, ha, ha!"
CHAPTER XXIII
FIRST AID
By this time the rest of the scouts had scrambled down the bank, much
ashamed of themselves for their recent fear. They were now most
anxious to do all they could to assist the captain. They soon learned
that he was unable to walk, for in addition to his injured knee he had
sprained his ankle.
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