"HELP! HELP!"
The belief that they were close upon the bear threw the boys into a
flutter of excitement, and they walked slowly as they approached the
tree, up which the hound was barking.
As has been stated, it was what was known as the red oak, very large,
with branching limbs at no great distance from the ground.
"_I see him!--I see him!_" whispered Herbert, just as he caught his foot
in a root and pitched forward.
"Where?"
Herbert picked up his hat, muttered something impatient, and then looked
upward again, and found he was mistaken.
"I thought that big knot up there was the bear," replied the city youth,
in meeker tones.
The boys slowly circled about the tree again and again, back and forth,
scrutinizing trunk, limbs, and twigs so closely that a cat could not
have concealed itself from view.
The result was disheartening: there was no bear in sight.
"May be the trunk is hollow," suggested Sam, "and he has gone into a
hole."
They struck against the bark, but the sound showed that the wood beneath
was solid. Besides, an examination of the bark itself failed to bring to
view the scratching and abrasion that would have been made by a bear in
going up, and especially in coming down, the trunk.
Bowser, beyond all question, had been "barking up the wrong tree."
"You're a pretty hunting dog, ain't you?" sneered Sam Harper, addressing
the canine; "come here, that I may give you another switching."
But Bowser wheeled about, and, taking the trail again, trotted to the
southward, his nose close to the ground, while he bayed at intervals of
a few seconds.
"The bear ain't far off, you can make up your mind to that," said
Herbert, still all excitement; "if we keep close to the dog, we'll run
upon the other pretty soon."
In fact, the youthful Watrous showed such an interest in the sport that
he forgot the danger which always accompanies it. Had he stopped a
minute or so to reflect, he would have seen that now was the time for
the three to stick together, for never was there likely to be an
occasion which would demonstrate more certainly that in union there is
strength.
Forgetful of this, Herbert sped forward so fast that in a brief while he
vanished from view.
Nick shouted to him not to hasten so fast, but the young gentleman was
not to be checked in that style, and he kept up his flight with
undiminished speed.
"Let him go, then," said Nick, dropping down to a rapid walk, in which
Sam joined him; "his legs are so long that he can outrun us both."
"Which is a good thing."
"Why so?"
"As soon as he catches sight of the bear, he will turn about and run
with might and main."
"I'm not so sure of that," remarked Nick, who began to think there was
more in Herbert than they had suspected.
"He is so anxious to get the animal that he doesn't know the risk he is
running. The fight you had with the buck yesterday shows what a more
harmless animal will do when he turns to fight the hunter."
"But Herbert will be likely to wait till we come up to him if he sees
the bear."
"There's no telling what such a fellow will do when he loses his head;
the only chance for him is that we may be so close that we can turn in
and help him."
"Then we had better hurry."
Thereupon the two broke into a run again, which they kept up till pretty
well tired out.
They could hear Bowser baying at no great distance, and, consequently,
were sure that Herbert himself was not far off.
"If we three come upon him we ought to be able to kill him without much
risk to ourselves--that is, if we use any sort of care in taking aim."
"We must try and do that--hark!"
At that instant they were startled by the sharp report of a rifle, the
distance and direction leaving no doubt that it was fired by Herbert
Watrous.
Sam and Nick fairly turned pale, and something like a feeling of envy
came over them at the belief that Herbert, after all his boasting, had
succeeded in bringing down the royal game without their help.
The shot was fired so close that, as they hastened forward again, they
expected to come upon the hunter and his game every minute.
"Hallo! what does that mean?"
The question was caused by the sudden appearance of Bowser, who was
limping toward them in a panic of terror. At every leap he uttered a
yelp, which was of pain and fear.
The boys stopped, and the hound, running up, crouched down at their
feet, whining and moaning.
"He is hurt!" said Sam, who noticed that he was bleeding from a wound in
the shoulder, where the claws of some animal had struck him with great
force.
"It was done by the bear," said Nick, "and he hit Bowser a hard blow; I
shouldn't wonder if it kills him."
Sam stooped over the dog and tried to soothe him by patting and speaking
kind words.
"He is badly hurt, but I hope he isn't going to die. Poor fellow! we
have been unjust to him; he's a good deal braver dog than we gave him
credit for."
They were still patting and soothing the wounded hound, when the report
of Herbert's rifle was heard again. Sam and Nick started up and stared
in the direction whence the sound came.
"He has got the bear--"
Just then the voice of Herbert was heard ringing through the forest
arches:
"Quick! quick! help! help! the bear has got me! Hurry up, boys, or I'm a
goner!"
The lads dashed forward, excited and fearful they would be too late.
The voice of the imperiled hunter rang out again.
"Quick! quick! the bear has got me sure! Hurry boys, hurry, for pity's
sake!"
The next instant Sam and Nick came upon an extraordinary scene.