his neck, clinging to
the bear for life. The bear deliberately stopped and looked around as
if he were too surprised to move; but Sate's teeth were in him, and
then the efforts of the bear to catch him were really funny. He
snapped and snarled and snarled and snapped; but Sate was artful
enough to dodge him, and the bear's huge paws simply beat the air and
knocked up the snow. Do what he might, he could not touch Sate.
Finally the bear did what bears always do when bees settle on them
when they are robbing their hives--he began to roll over and over, and
the more he rolled the more he tied himself up in the rope around
Sate. As he rolled away from Johnny, Tommy dashed forward and picked
up Johnny's gun, coolly loaded it, loading it right, too, and,
springing forward, raised the gun to his shoulder. The bear, however,
rolled so rapidly that Tommy was afraid he might shoot Sate, and
before he could fire, the bear, with Sate still clinging to him,
rolled inside the mouth of the cave. Tommy was in despair. At this
moment, however, he heard a sound, and there was Johnny just getting
on his feet. He had never been so glad to see any one.
"Where is the bear?" asked Johnny, looking around, still a little
dazed. Tommy pointed to the cave.
"In there, with Sate tied to him."
"We must save him," said Johnny.
Carefully dividing the ammunition now, both boys loaded their guns,
and hurrying down the icy slope, carefully approached the mouth of the
cave, guns in hand, in case the bear should appear.
Inside it was so dark that they could at first see nothing, but they
could hear the sound of the struggle going on between Sate and the
bear. Suddenly Sate changed his note and gave a little cry as of pain.
At the sound of his distress Tommy forgot himself.
"Follow me!" he cried. "He is choking!" and not waiting even to look
behind to see whether Johnny was with him, he dashed forward into the
cave, gun in hand, thinking only to save Sate. Stumbling and slipping,
he kept on, and turning a corner there right in front of him were the
two eyes of the bear, glaring in the darkness like coals of fire.
Pushing boldly up and aiming straight between the two eyes, Tommy
pulled the trigger. With a growl which mingled with the sound of the
gun, the bear made a spring for him and fell right at his feet, rolled
up in a great ball. Happily for Sate, he lit just on top of the ball.
Tommy whipped out his knife and cut the cord from about Sate
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