Had it fixed up specially fer grizzlies. The fellow creepin'
along next me was a tremendous big buck; he looked like a plum giant in
that moonlight, and I 'd just succeeded in drawin' a bead on him when a
draught of air from up the gully strikin' across the back of my neck
made me sneeze, and that buck turned round and saw me. You wouldn't
hardly believe what happened."
"Whole--eh--bunch drop dead from fright?" asked McNeil, solicitously.
Moffat glared at him savagely, his lips moving, but emitting no sound.
"Oh, please don't mind," urged his fair listener, her flushed cheeks
betraying her interest. "He is so full of his fun. What did follow?"
The story-teller swallowed something in his throat, his gaze still on
his persecutor. "No, sir," he continued, hoarsely, "them bucks jumped
to their feet with the most awful yells I ever heard, and made a rush
toward where I was standing. They was exactly in a line, and I let
drive at that first buck, and blame me if that slug didn't go plum
through three of 'em, and knock down the fourth. You can roast me
alive if that ain't a fact! The fifth one got away, but I roped the
wounded fellow, and was a-sittin' on him when the rest of the party got
back to camp.
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