"It"s different when the game hunts you, isn"t it?" queried the senator"s son.
"We must keep our eyes open, and our guns ready," said Dave. "Come ahead, that elk must be pretty hard hit by this time."
Again they went on. They could hear the big game crashing among the cedars. Evidently the elk was in such pain he did not know where to go.
"I see him!" cried Dave five minutes later, and pointed to a rocky elevation ahead. At the foot of the rocks stood the elk, glaring in rage at them. All of the young hunters elevated their firearms, and as they did this the big game charged them full tilt.
Crack! bang! crack! went the weapons, and the elk was halted in his course. He tried to come on, but in vain, and slowly swayed from side to side. Then he tried to retreat, but it was too late. With a snort he went over, kicking up big clods of gra.s.s as he did so. Then he gave a shiver and breathed his last.
"We"ve got him! We"ve got him!" cried Roger, exultantly, and began to caper about in his joy. "Just think of it, Dave, two elk! Isn"t that something to be proud of?"
"I think so," answered Dave, his face beaming.
"I suppose the other elk is dead," said Phil. "But we"d better go back and make sure."
"We don"t want to leave this here," said Roger, wistfully. "That other hunter might come along and claim him."
"I"ll go back to where we left Todd, and you can watch this elk," said Dave. "I"ll ask Todd what we had best do with both animals."
"Can you find the way?" questioned Phil.
"I think so."
Reloading his rifle, Dave set off for the spot where they had left the cowboy and the first elk. For a few minutes he followed the back trail with ease, then, almost before he was aware, he became mixed up and scarcely knew in what direction to turn.
"I suppose I might call out, or fire my rifle," he mused. "But if I do that the others may think I am in trouble."
Looking around carefully, Dave set off once more, and presently reached a spot that looked familiar. On the ground he could see footprints and these he commenced to follow. But in a few minutes he found himself in a thicket he was sure he had never seen before.
"I am mixed up, and no mistake," he murmured, his face falling. "I shouldn"t have been so sure of myself at the start. It isn"t so easy as one thinks to find a trail among these rocks and bushes. I guess I had better call to Todd, and to the others."
He set up a shout and waited for a reply. None came, and he shouted a second time. Then, from a distance, came a call.
"Well, I didn"t think Todd was in that direction," he said to himself.
"I am twisted and no mistake."
Again he started off, and this time found himself skirting a series of loose rocks of various sizes. He was going down hill and occasionally loosened a round stone with his foot and sent it crashing to a thicket of cedars below.
A hundred yards were covered when Dave heard the cry again. Now it was plainer, and it sounded a little like a call for help.
"Maybe Todd is in trouble," he mused. "Perhaps that elk got up and attacked him!" And with this thought in his mind he set off on a dog-trot in the direction of the voice he had heard.
It was dangerous among the loose stones, and once Dave went down and rolled over and over, coming pretty close to hitting his face and shooting off his rifle. As he picked himself up he heard a call quite plainly.
"Help! help! Somebody help me!"
"It must be Todd!" burst from the youth"s lips, and now, in spite of the danger, he bounded from rock to rock down the slope. The call came from the left, and thither he made his way, halting in dismay as he came out on a little cliff.
At the foot of the cliff he saw the man who had uttered the call for aid. It was Hank Snogger. He was having a fierce face-to-face tussle with a big bear. His gun was on the ground and so was his sombrero, and in his hand he held his hunting knife. As Dave viewed the scene in horror, the bear made a pa.s.s with one forepaw and sent the hunting knife whirling from the cowboy"s grasp. Then the bear closed in, as if to hug Snogger to death!
CHAPTER x.x.x
TO THE RESCUE----CONCLUSION
It was a time for quick action and n.o.body realized this more than did Dave, as he saw the s.h.a.ggy brute close in on the cowboy. One squeeze of those powerful forepaws and Hank Snogger"s ribs would be crushed in and he would be killed.
With hardly a second thought concerning what he was doing, Dave raised his rifle, took quick aim and fired at the bear. Then he fired a second shot, and followed this up with a third.
At the first shot the bear dropped his hold and swung around, uttering a loud snort of pain as he did so. He had been struck in the back, for the youth had not dared to aim too close to Snogger. Then, thinking that he had been hurt by the man before him, the animal made a leap and sent the cowboy sprawling. As he stood over his victim the second shot hit him in the hind quarters, causing him to whirl around. Then the third shot landed in his side, and made him double up like a ball and roll over and over.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Dave seized a fair-sized stone and hurled it at the bear.
--Page 293.]
"Kill him! Kill him!" came faintly from Hank Snogger. "Don"t let him git at me ag"in!"
Dave tried to fire another shot, but for some reason then unknown the rifle refused to work. The bear was rolling over and over and threatened each instant to roll on the cowboy and crush him. Snogger was so weak he was unable to save himself or do anything in his own defense.
Dave glanced around and his eye fell on the loose stones, some of which had caused him a fall. He dropped his rifle, seized a fair-sized stone and hurled it at the bear. The youth"s aim was good, and the missile landed on bruin"s head, all but stunning him.
"That"s it! Gi--give him ano--another!" gasped Hank Snogger. He had raised himself up on one elbow and was looking at Dave pleadingly. He was too weak to get to his feet, for his fight with the bear had lasted for some time before Dave had put in an appearance.
The boy from Crumville was not slow to pick up and throw another stone, and this took the bear in the side, causing him to grunt and snort in pain and rage. Then Dave got a stone of extra size and aimed again for the animal"s head. The missile went true, and with his skull crushed, bruin stretched out and lay still.
"Is he--is he dead?" gasped Hank Snogger, hoa.r.s.ely.
"I think so," answered Dave. He was trembling from the excitement and his breath came thick and fast.
"I--I thought I--I was done for!" added the cowboy, and sank flat on his back and closed his eyes.
Not without difficulty Dave got down to where the man lay. He found the bear stone dead and that the cowboy had fainted. He procured some water from a nearby brook and washed Snogger"s face and soon revived the man.
Then came a shout from a distance and Sid Todd showed himself, having been attracted to the spot by the rifle shots.
The situation was explained, and Dave came in for a good deal of praise over the killing of the bear.
"You saved my life!" said Hank Snogger. "I shan"t forget it, never!" and he gave the youth a grateful look. "I fired on the bear, but only hurt him enough to make him ugly. I fell right over him while I was after a deer I had wounded some time before."
"Oh, then you were the hunter we heard shoot," said Todd. "The deer got away, eh?"
"Yes, I lost track of the deer when I hit the bear," answered the cowboy from the Merwell ranch. "I"m mighty glad you came up!" he added to Dave.
"It"s all right, I am glad I did too," answered the youth. "I was wishing I"d get a chance at a bear." He saw that Snogger was deeply affected, and was swallowing a lump that came up in his throat.
"And to think it was you, boy!" went on the cowboy, feelingly. "You--and after what I did to you!"
"Let us forget that, Snogger."