Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 218 of 293
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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 201 — with his fore feet on a large log and allowed the dogs to fasten firmly ; but Sammy was frightened. ‘‘ Boose ! Growler !”” he shouted. ‘‘ Kim yere !”’ It was too late. The next moment the - bear went over, with the dogs stringing out like tails, and then, before they could get out of the way, he struck out with both paws. One of the hounds flew through the air and landed at our feet with the life knocked out of him, and Boose limped off, whining, with four big cuts in his back. “JT knowed hit,” cried Sammy; ‘ but that’s the last time——” His voice was drowned by the crack of five rifles. Four bullets went into Bruin’s head, the fifth behind his fore leg, any of which would have been fatal. sammy bewailed the loss of Growler, while the rest of us tried to bind up Boose’s wounds with our handkerchiefs. ‘‘T guess now we have got a chance for Loafer to earn his board,” said Treve. Yes,’ replied Sammy. ‘‘You-uns kin Eomichboo cS (E(0) m