They moved away from where the boys were standing to a spot free from fallen rocks; and Steve's heart beat more heavily, as he felt how brave it seemed to be to step forward to the attack of so fierce a beast--one which, by a single stroke of the paw, could sweep away those strong men; and as the bear came on, once more he saw himself breathless and exhausted, climbing up and up the snowy slope towering above where he now stood, with the savage beast close at his heels, merciless and untiring, and so determined that it had gone on tracking him ever since his escape. All this robbed him of any feeling of commiseration for the ferocious creature, and he hoped fervently that it was coming on surely to its fate. "She'll come an' climb oop amang the rocks?" whispered Watty just then. "No, no; stop here," said Steve hoarsely. "She'll pe safer," whispered Watty. "Be quiet and look on," replied Steve angrily. "She'll pe kilt," groaned the lad; but he was silent afterwards, and as much interested in the scene before him as his companion. And all the while the snapping, growling, and turning went on while the bear approached nearer and nearer, still without seeing those who waited for it with their deadly weapons poised. It seemed at first that in its heavy way the animal would have come close up; but at last, when it was not more than fifty yards distant, Skene made a sharper charge than ever, as if delighted that his master and friends should see his prowess, charging so close home that he seized the long hair upon the bear's leg, gave it a shake, and narrowly escaped the claws which were dashed savagely at it. But Skene was nimble, and now he darted forward to where his friends were, barking loudly, as much as to say, "Here he is; look out!" and then dashed back again. But the bear had followed the dog with its eyes, and now, forsaking the scent it had been running down, it swung its head from side to side so as to get each eye to bear well in turn upon its enemies, quite ignoring the dog when he dashed back barking furiously. "Call the dog, and keep him with you, Steve," said the captain loudly, but without turning; and in obedience to the summons Skene returned to his master, and stayed there, held by the long hair of his neck, trembling with excitement. There was a low, deep growl now, and the bear stopped, facing them, as if undecided whom first to attack; and then it came on again growling, with its mind still not made up. These were the most exciting moments, for all felt that the beast might charge in a way which gave no good opportunity for a deadly shot. It was very close now, and its eyes flashed in the sunshine as it swung its head about with its muzzle close down to the ground, though it was not scenting its way now, but carefully watching its enemies.