“I’d like to shoot him,” replied Harry. “What a prize he would make!” “Oh, my! I wouldn’t go near him for the world!” exclaimed Boxy. “Nor I!” added Andy. “Don’t try it, Harry! It will cost you your life!” “How are you going to kill him?” asked Jack. “Not a single one of us has a gun.” “Didn’t you have your gun out?” asked Harry, turning to Boxy. “I had the rifle out, but I--I dropped it when the bear leaped down,” stammered Boxy, in considerable confusion. “Where did you drop it?” “About three or four yards from the doorway to the cave.” “Humph! A fellow might crawl up and grab it,” mused Harry. “No! no! doan’ yo’ go fo’ to do nuffn’ so foolish!” cried Pickles. “Dat b’ar will come out an’ dat will be de end ob you!” “That’s so,” said Andy. “Let the bear satisfy himself and go off when he pleases.” “Ah, I have it!” cried Harry, an idea striking him. “Just stay where you are, fellows; I think I can do up his bearship in a way he won’t be looking for.” “What are you going to do?” questioned Boxy. “Wait and see.” On the instant Harry was off. Instead of walking toward the cave, he made a detour, coming up at one end of the high cliff. He found a place where he could ascend the icy slope without much difficulty, and this done, he crept along silently until he occupied a spot directly over the entrance to the shelter below. He looked about him, and soon found what he wanted, a round stone, weighing all of forty or fifty pounds. He half-rolled, half-carried the stone to the very edge of the cliff, and here set it so that a slight push would send it downward. Then he procured several more stones of smaller size. This done, he took up a handful of pebbles and rolled them over the cliff, at the same time shouting out loudly. The echo had hardly died away when the bear made its appearance at the mouth of the cave. He came out almost all of the way and looked around fiercely. Clatter! crash! down came the big stone, pushed off at just the right moment. It took the bear in the neck, and caused him to fall down with a loud roar of pain. In great excitement, Harry caught up two of the smaller stones. The first, when hurled downward, missed its mark; but the second caught the beast in the top of the head, directly over his right eye, inflicting an ugly wound. “Hurrah! you have knocked him!” cried Jack, from the woods. “Give him another!” “Get the rifle if you can!” sang out the boy on the cliff. “I will, if the bear will give me half a chance!” returned Jack. The bear now understood whence came the attack, and staggering to his feet, he looked around to find some way up the cliff. Harry continued to pour down the rocks, and one particularly sharp-pointed one landed on bruin’s nose. Up went another roar of pain, and the bear danced around, shaking his head from side to side in rage. “That was a corker!” yelled Boxy, somewhat recovering his courage. “Give him another, and--my gracious! He’s coming this way!”