herbert watrous had been set upon by a huge bear, and, throwing aside his creedmoor, had run with might and main for a large stump, behind which he took refuge. had he climbed a sapling, he would have been safe, but he was too flustered to think of that.

dodging behind this shelter he squatted down, hoping that his enemy did not notice where he had gone; but, when he heard the brute lumbering after him, he hastily shifted his quarters to the other side of the stump. while doing so, he emitted the ringing cries for help which brought his friends in such haste to his rescue.

the situation would have been laughable but for its element of peril. darting to the side of the stump opposite to that of the bear, herbert would drop his head, and then instantly pop up again, like a jack-in-the-box, to see what the brute was doing. the latter, it may be said, kept things moving.

when herbert lowered his head and yelled, his voice had a muffled sound, as though it came from a distance, but when he shot up in sight, his cries were clear and distinct.

the beast, although heavy and awkward of movement, managed to move around the stump and to reverse his course with such facility that there can be little doubt that he would have caught the lad, had not his friends been so prompt to rush to his help.

sam and nick felt no disposition to laugh; indeed, they were so impressed by the danger that, without exercising the care they would have done any other time, and which they meant to show when talking of the matter a few minutes before, they raised their guns together and fired.

although the aim was not as deliberate as it should have been, yet both bullets struck the bear, though neither inflicted a mortal wound.

the brute stopped short in his circular pursuit, looked confusedly about him for a second or two, and then made straight for the lads who had fired upon him, just as the buck did in the case of nick ribsam.

"scatter and climb a tree!" called out nick, who saw they had no chance to reload.

now was the time for herbert to recover, and reload his gun and to take another shot at the brute, so as to draw him off from his hot pursuit of the others; but the panic-stricken youth could not realize that the danger was removed, and that his terrible foe was bestowing his attention elsewhere. he continued calling for help in a louder voice than before, believing that every minute would be his last.

sam harper whirled about to make for a sapling, but caught his foot in an obstruction and fell violently to the ground. nick was so alarmed that he stopped to help him up.

"i'm all right," said sam, "look out for yourself!"

but nick could not desert him, until assured he was not mangled by the fall, and by that time the bear was too close for them to escape by climbing a tree.

it looked as if it would go ill with one at least (for no gun in the party was loaded, and the brute was almost upon them), when most providentially, but unexpectedly, the report of another rifle broke upon their ear, and the bullet reached the heart of the monstrous beast, who reared himself on his haunches and used his paws as though trying to draw out the splinters which he imagined were thrust into his body.

then he swerved to one side, sagged heavily to the ground, and then it was plain that all was over.

"are any of you hurt?"

it was the voice of the plucky mrs. fowler, who hurried forward with anxious face, the smoking rifle in her hands.

herbert was still peering from behind the stump and shouting himself hoarse, with no thought of what had taken place within the last few minutes. by and by, however, after he had been called to, he comprehended the facts and came forth, when a general explanation followed.

although herbert would not admit it, there was no doubt that of the two shots which he fired at the bear only one touched him, and that only to a sufficient extent to graze his body and to draw his attention to the young hunter.

herbert then dropped his gun and made for the stump, which was not a secure refuge.

this took place so near the cabin-home of mrs. fowler that she heard the cries for help, and, taking down her rifle, hurried to the spot, arriving just in time to save the other lads from serious danger, if not from death.

the boys overwhelmed the brave woman with thanks, and though she modestly disclaimed her right to the bear—expressing her belief that the two shots they had fired were fatal—they would not listen to it, but they turned to, skinned the animal, and presented the hide to her, regretting that they had not several others, that her husband might collect twenty dollars apiece from mr. bailey, his employer.

"this isn't the only bear in the woods," said she, thanking them for their kindness; "and some of you will see another before long. but this will do for to-day."

they thought so, too; and, swinging their hats in the air, bade her good-by and started homeward.

sam harper proposed that they should go out of their path to examine the carcass of the deer, so as to learn whether the shot of herbert took effect; but that young gentleman was frank enough to admit, after his experience, that it was impossible he had come anywhere near hitting the buck. accordingly, they continued homeward, herbert going back to the city a few days afterward to find out, if he could, why his gun so often failed to hit the object he aimed at.