Reddy swung himself down from the limb on which he had been perched, and
kicked out with his feet in such a way that he attracted the attention
of the beast.

"He's coming! Look out, Frank!" shouted Will, who, secure in his perch,
had, of course, been manipulating his camera with burning zeal.

Bang!

It was Bluff who had fired, but if he hit the great beast at all, the
latter minded the wound no more than he would a flea bite.

Jerry also took a turn as the grizzly passed the tree in which he was
hidden.

"I hit him!" he whooped as the grizzly gave a snap backward at his
flank.

But the enticement offered by Reddy's swinging form proved too much for
the enraged animal. Doubtless he imagined that all his troubles came
from that biped or monkey hanging up yonder, just within reach of his
claws if he arose on his hind legs. Hence his eagerness to make the
attempt.

"Pull up, quick!" exclaimed Frank as the grizzly rushed under the tree
and immediately started to rear up.

The daring cowboy had held out until the very last second, meaning that
nothing should balk his design of enticing the enemy under their refuge,
where Frank could get in his work.