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"Don't force me to hurt ye!" shouted the poacher, threateningly, to Ralph, taking aim once more. "You can't," Ralph shouted back. "You haven't another shot." At that instant sounds of sleigh-bells and voices were heard, and half a dozen people, startled by the shot, were seen rushing out from the sheriff's mansion. Among them was Mr. Bjornerud himself, with one of his deputies.
Bjornerud exclaimed, "I don't see how you managed to go beyond your father's preserves. You know he bought of me the whole forest tract, adjoining his own on the south, about three months ago. So you were perfectly within your rights; for your father hasn't killed an elk on his land for three years." "If that is the case, Mr.
Bjornerud, making no answer, leaped over the prostrate figure, and, followed by the deputy, dashed down upon the ice. "In the name of the law!" he shouted again, and both rifles were reluctantly lowered. "I have shot an elk," cried Ralph, eagerly, "and this man is a poacher, we heard him shoot." "I have killed an elk," screamed the poacher, in the same moment, "and so has this fellow."
Sheriff," said Ralph, "I must beg of you to release the poor fellow who chased us. I don't wish any informer's fee, nor have I any desire to get him into trouble." "I am sorry to say I can't accommodate you," Bjornerud replied. "This man is a notorious poacher and trespasser, whom my deputies have long been tracking in vain. Now that I have him I shall keep him.
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