The Outdoor Chums After Big Game; Or, Perilous Adventures in the Wilderness

ee some fun?" called th

ort of thing, sir. What'

ounds at last, and is even now trying to drag one of my best yearling

ie?" repeated F

o! What sort of a beast is that? Or

an laughed

m has never proven a profitable business, and, as a rule, he has never before come so far out in the open; but hunger tempted the

see them shoot him!" exclaimed Will, hitc

to be hurt until we arrived. Horses are being hitched up for us a

pose your cowboys will think us pr

ything we can while here,"

lugs, however, so there's no fear of them

thought that for "old plugs," the four intended for himself and chums p

. Take your pick

, all of them had frequently ridden at home, and indeed considered that they knew as much about a saddle as the avera

" said Jerry as the whole gro

n the rush," came from Will, who was

's going on, now!" called Frank, who k

ear, as sure as you

ne way, and then turns around to make a bolt a

to tackle any one of those three cowboys, but he just c

ke a steer. Look at the game little ponies on their haunches, and holding like fun. They seem somewhat scared, too,

e to gain the safety of the wild mountain gorges. Doubtless he had been loth to leave

imself on his hind legs. The lariats stretched like piano wires under the strain, and as the cowboy

e to fetch his rifle along when coming from the ranch hou

mediately made good

ng with rage. The foam gathered about his mouth, and Frank shuddered as he

be a fine chance to rush in and have a tussle with that meek grizzly! You know y

deadly pale, and that he was staring at the terrible monster with whom the reckless cowboys were playing as a cat does with a mou

captive made a more ferocious rush than usual, and

ltogether forgotten my craft in connection with handling a rifle. Once I used to be a crack shot, but lack of experience

boys. Would one of you like to wind him

I would, sir," la

out you

use me, Mr. Mabie, it would be too much like the b

he stockm

you'll agree with the rest of us that a man has to forget such things when he gets a chance to puncture the hide of so fierce a monster as this old rogue. He could kill a horse with a single blo

with its hoofs, and champing at the bit, as if terrified at

d dashing toward the group. He seemed to guess instinctively what had happened-the rope of the opposite rider must have broken u