"Give him another!" cried Reddy promptly.

Frank did; and wishing to end the beast as quickly as possible, he aimed
to send the lead straight to the heart. But he was compelled to use
every bullet in his six-shot repeater before the giant received his
quietus, and rolled over, to rise no more.

Frank had a queer feeling as he dropped to the ground and stood over his
big game. Deep down in his heart he envied his chum, because Jerry had
been able to kill _his_ grizzly while the beast was charging him.

"It may be all right," he said to Mr. Mabie, "and it's a good thing to
get rid of these savage animals in any old way, but I hope I don't take
part in another affair like this. He had no chance, poor old chap."

The old rancher looked admiringly at the boy.

"Those sentiments do you proud, lad, and I appreciate them, too; but
business, in my line, must go ahead of sentiment, and this old Charlie
was doing me a bad turn. My herds will rest easier now that he is gone,"
he said feelingly.

Leaving Billy and Reddy to secure the hide of the second grizzly, the
others returned to camp. Restless Jerry tried the fishing again, and as
before, success came his way.

"I'd give something to have my little _Red Rover_ here, in that swift
water," sighed Bluff, as he and Frank sat on the edge of the bluff,
listening to the rush of the river while it sped on its way to the lower