was thinking only of what a grand thing it would be if he could only
get that scene for posterity to gaze upon.

"I hope Bluff aims straight!" Frank was saying to himself, for he knew
there was more or less danger of the bullet doing some damage to one of
the campers who might happen to be on the other side, partly screened by
the brush.

The crash of the gun followed.

"Wow!" shouted Reddy, falling back as the panther tumbled over in his
direction, for he knew what damage those poisonous claws might do in the
dying agony of the beast.

Then the rest of the scattered company appeared. Some crawled out from
the brush, others arose from flattening themselves on the ground, while
still another group made their exit from under the canvas of the tent
close by.

The beast was writhing in its last hold on life.

"That's my panther, I told you!" said Bluff, jumping to his feet, and
still holding on to his gun.

He was as white as a ghost, but a fire shone in his eyes telling of the
spirit that had finally been aroused there. Jerry would soon have to
look to his laurels now.

Mr. Mabie laughed as he patted Bluff on the back.