Paddling under Palmettos — page 217: what you’re looking at

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210 Paddling Under Palmettos. Arcnie made for the shelter. His gun lay just within, and he experienced a savage exultation in the thought that there were now buckshot shells in the little Parker. Ned had fallen over a log. As he arose to his feet he grasped a hatchet in his hand, which he had found. As for Dick, he elevated his arms and cried “‘shoo!’ Finding the animal would not move a step, either because he was frightened, or else stubborn, Dick snatched up a tin basin and dipped it full of boiling water from a pot that swung over the fire. By this time Archie’s eager hand had clutched his gun. He stood there, but hesitated about firing. “Shall I shoot, Dick?” “Yes. Aim just behind the fore-shoulder, and give him both barrels.” That bear was surprised in another moment. So was Archie. When the latter recovered from the violent shock of firing both barrels so near together that the recoil was as of one, he looked toward the bear. At the moment of firing Ned had hurled his camp ax, and Dick had sent his basin of hot water flying, Gomicbooks.co