. Breeder and sportsman. s; but each time one, two, or three of thedemon hounds seized hold of him and pulled him failure of these attempts to loose hie enemiesmade the shaggy, black gladiator mad with an im-potent rage and apparently abandoning all hope ordesire for escape he turned on the dogs. First at oneyelping pest, then at another loud-mouthed tor-menter he dashed, striking out with his claws as skill-fully as a boxer and gnashing his foam flecked teeththe while. The dogs dodged many a fatal blow andwhile he was devoting his deadly attention to one infront the rest of them
. Breeder and sportsman. s; but each time one, two, or three of thedemon hounds seized hold of him and pulled him failure of these attempts to loose hie enemiesmade the shaggy, black gladiator mad with an im-potent rage and apparently abandoning all hope ordesire for escape he turned on the dogs. First at oneyelping pest, then at another loud-mouthed tor-menter he dashed, striking out with his claws as skill-fully as a boxer and gnashing his foam flecked teeththe while. The dogs dodged many a fatal blow andwhile he was devoting his deadly attention to one infront the rest of them were making it exceedinglywarm and unpleasant in his rear and back to the loghe would retreat. Judge and Philosopher, were aB usual, the chiefaggressors. Tiger did his share of the work, BabyTootles bad her mouth full of hair, even the youngestof the pack were taking a part in the combat, if onlyby making a good row of it. At laBt Bruin got too tired to do much more thandefend himself. Judge, seeing a favorable opportu-. The Shaggy. Black Gladiator I had just got my breathing apparatus in workingorder once more when M. emerged, panting, from thebush. He had not waited to see if he could get a shotas they went by, but had started back as soon as heheard the outfit returning. Just then the hounds picked up the scent againand were coming straight for us, making tbe woodsring with their cry, evidently pushing their gamehard. Suddenly !ihey turned to one side and we raceddown the trail to keep in front of them. Then, asthey swung back again, back we also went. Up anddown the trail we ran half a dozen times; the bearwas making a number of turns for the purpose ofthrowing the dogs off. We kept our rifles ready inthe expectancy of getting a shot at any the pack was within about 200 yards of thetrail the music was changed from the cadence of therunning chorus into an angry ensemble that told usthat Bruin had turned to bay, dropping the gauntletfor the opening rounds of a fi
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