"You mean that this is an ideal spot for a grizzly to have his den?"
asked Jerry.
"Fine. Look at the tumbled-down rocks, making many a cave that affords shelter from the elements, winter and summer. Then, of course, the old rascal has a nice short cut through some canyon to the open country. He uses that when he feels sharp set for veal. Oh, yes, I"ve no doubt he"s been the cause of many a calf disappearing from the herd," said the stockman between his teeth.
"I don"t wonder, then, you are so keen at wanting to get rid of all such neighbors as grizzlies, panthers and wolves. They make an expensive boarding-house," laughed Bluff.
"They take their toll right along. This region would be a paradise for a stockman only for that. The gra.s.s is heavy, and while the winters are severe, we know how to carry our stock over; but we can never calculate our profits, because of the losses on account of hungry wild beasts."
"Then I"m glad we came here to get our taste of big-game shooting, for it will not only be fun for us, but a benefit to civilization," remarked Bluff, who, being in training to succeed his lawyer father, often liked to indulge in imposing sentences.
"Now look over yonder to where that cleft yawns," said Reddy at this juncture.
"I see it; and is that the den?" asked Jerry.
"Sure as you live. You fellows be choosing your trees, and let me take a peek."
"He isn"t going in, I hope!" exclaimed Will as the cowboy moved away.
"Well, hardly. Reddy doesn"t want to commit suicide just yet. He"s only going to make sure the old chap is at home, then he"ll make preparations to smoke him out."
As Mr. Mabie said, Reddy was soon back, and from his actions it was positive the bear was at home. He began collecting dry wood and all manner of material calculated to make a big smoke. The boys knew something about such a scheme themselves, and were deeply interested.
Mr. Mabie insisted that each one seek an asylum in the branches of a tree that commanded the black cleft. Presently, Reddy had his pile of wood and brush ready, and he put a match to it, after which he beat a hasty retreat, climbing into the tree with Frank.
"Listen!" he said presently.
Frank could hear a sound like sneezing. This was followed by a scrambling noise that arose above the crackling of the fire. Then came a terrific roar, succeeded by a sudden scattering of the brands, and the enraged grizzly rushed into the open!
CHAPTER XIX
A STRANGE DISCLOSURE
"h.e.l.lo, there, Charlie! How"s your health?"
Reddy swung himself down from the limb on which he had been perched, and kicked out with his feet in such a way that he attracted the attention of the beast.
"He"s coming! Look out, Frank!" shouted Will, who, secure in his perch, had, of course, been manipulating his camera with burning zeal.
Bang!
It was Bluff who had fired, but if he hit the great beast at all, the latter minded the wound no more than he would a flea bite.
Jerry also took a turn as the grizzly pa.s.sed the tree in which he was hidden.
"I hit him!" he whooped as the grizzly gave a snap backward at his flank.
But the enticement offered by Reddy"s swinging form proved too much for the enraged animal. Doubtless he imagined that all his troubles came from that biped or monkey hanging up yonder, just within reach of his claws if he arose on his hind legs. Hence his eagerness to make the attempt.
"Pull up, quick!" exclaimed Frank as the grizzly rushed under the tree and immediately started to rear up.
The daring cowboy had held out until the very last second, meaning that nothing should balk his design of enticing the enemy under their refuge, where Frank could get in his work.
Afterward Frank understood his motive. Reddy was especially fond of him, though he also liked all of the other chums. He believed that Jerry had secured enough honors in being given the chance to knock over the other bear, and it was his desire to see Frank even up the score.
Just in the nick of time the cowboy swung his legs up around the limb.
The horrible claws of the grizzly swept through the air not a foot below where he had hung. Frank shuddered at the consequences had anything happened to bring Reddy within reach of such a powerful beast.
"Now get him, Frank!" gasped the one who hung on with arms and legs.
Neither Bluff nor Jerry thought to shoot a second time. They seemed to understand that the game had pa.s.sed them by, and that it was Frank"s turn.
When he saw the right chance the young sportsman pulled the trigger. He had not made any mistake in judging just where he should aim, for with the report of his rifle the grizzly floundered, and fell over.
"Wow! That did the business!" shouted Jerry.
"Hold on, boys! Don"t get down yet!" called Mr. Mabie hastily, as he thought he detected a disposition on the part of either Bluff or Jerry to drop from their secure perches to the ground.
It was well they refrained, for already the monster was once more on his feet, and, roaring with fury, endeavoring to reach the enemies who clung there so tantalizingly, just beyond his extended claws.
"Give him another!" cried Reddy promptly.
Frank did; and wishing to end the beast as quickly as possible, he aimed to send the lead straight to the heart. But he was compelled to use every bullet in his six-shot repeater before the giant received his quietus, and rolled over, to rise no more.
Frank had a queer feeling as he dropped to the ground and stood over his big game. Deep down in his heart he envied his chum, because Jerry had been able to kill _his_ grizzly while the beast was charging him.
"It may be all right," he said to Mr. Mabie, "and it"s a good thing to get rid of these savage animals in any old way, but I hope I don"t take part in another affair like this. He had no chance, poor old chap."
The old rancher looked admiringly at the boy.
"Those sentiments do you proud, lad, and I appreciate them, too; but business, in my line, must go ahead of sentiment, and this old Charlie was doing me a bad turn. My herds will rest easier now that he is gone,"
he said feelingly.
Leaving Billy and Reddy to secure the hide of the second grizzly, the others returned to camp. Restless Jerry tried the fishing again, and as before, success came his way.
"I"d give something to have my little _Red Rover_ here, in that swift water," sighed Bluff, as he and Frank sat on the edge of the bluff, listening to the rush of the river while it sped on its way to the lower country.
"Well, a canoe might be fine for shooting downstream, but I don"t believe you"d find it as safe in the rapids as those hide boats. The rocks can"t smash in their sides, like cedar or canvas craft. Better to do as the natives do, I find, whenever I go anywhere. They know by experience what"s best," returned Frank wisely.
"Look there! A cowboy coming like the wind up the river, waving his hat over his head! Say! d"ye suppose anything"s gone wrong at the ranch, and we"ll have to cut our hunt short?" exclaimed Bluff anxiously.
"Oh, I guess not. You see, those fellows are built that way. They never can do anything without excitement. See! He"s holding up something that looks like a mail pouch," said Frank composedly.
"Why, of course that"s it! I heard Mr. Mabie say he expected mail to-day, and, for one, I"ll be mighty glad to hear from the folks,"
sighed Bluff.