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Helen crawled on, and presently Bo was beside her panting, with pale face and great, staring eyes, plain to be seen in the wan light. "Moon's comin' up. We're just in time. The old grizzly's not there yet, but I see coyotes. Look." Dale pointed across the open neck of park to a dim blurred patch standing apart some little distance from the black wall. "That's the dead horse," whispered Dale.
If "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," a bear at home, chained up, is worth the whole Rockies' full in the woods. The old grizzly's hide, paws included, must have weighed fifty pounds; the cubs, sacked, thirty a total load of 80 pounds to carry out over rocks and fallen trees, through bog and willows.
When the fresh scent led them back over the grizzly's first trail, they hesitated, confused, disagreeing among themselves as to the course to follow: and while the dogs delayed, the bear abandoned the lower ridges and timbered valleys and headed toward the cliffs. Here the going was slow. Sometimes he followed old, deep-worn game trails, but more often he chose his own way.
One of the men did get a square shot from his perch at Pinto's forehead, and the 45-70-450 bullet smashed his skull. The shot that ended the row struck at the "butt" of the Grizzly's ear and passed through the base of the brain, snuffing out the light of his marvelous vitality like a candle. Then the hunters came down from their roosts, cut their way into the thicket and examined the dead giant.
As the full eight-foot carriage of the bear began to lower toward the mortal and extinguishable flesh of his friend, Kalus felt the terrible white fire that lives in every creature whose dearest are threatened, take hold of him. And as the tiger drew back and raised its extending claws in answer, he drove his spear deep into the grizzly's brawny neck and shoulder.
The then Lieutenant Jackson rode a horse which was blind in one eye, and he maneuvered to get the bear on the horse's blind side so he could charge it. With his cavalry sabre he split the grizzly's skull down to its chin. It was the only time in history that a grizzly bear was ever killed by a man with a sword. But no grizzly nowadays would attack a man unless cornered.
His head was rather small for so large an animal. His eyes were also small and looked weak. His claws, which were non-retractile, were not rakishly long as are the grizzly's, but protruded slightly beyond the long hair upon his feet. So altogether Black Bruin was most imposing for an eastern bear.
He did not know that he had drawn his automatic; he scarcely realized that as fast as his fingers could press the trigger he was firing shot after shot, with the muzzle of his pistol so close to the head of Tara's enemy that the reports of the weapon were deadened as if muffled under a thick blanket. It was a heavy weapon. A stream of lead burned its way into the grizzly's brain.
The silence stretched unbroken; its immensity had swallowed and smothered the last echo of the rifle report and the grizzly's roar. There was no movement, seemingly no life, only the drifts and the winter forest and the futile sun, shining down between the snow-laden trees. Yet he knew vaguely what had occurred. The bullet had gone true.
In a slow, pendulum-like motion the grizzly's huge head swung from side to side; the black was as motionless as a sphinx. Four or five feet from Thor stood Muskwa. In a small-boyish sort of way he knew that something was going to happen soon, and in that same small-boyish way he was ready to put his stub of a tail between his legs and flee with Thor, or advance and fight with him.
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