CHAPTER XV
IN A BEAR'S HOLLOW
Jerry landed with a crash that almost shook the breath from his body.
Realizing the need of haste in getting upon his feet, he scrambled erect. He had maintained that frenzied clutch upon his gun, as if believing that it was his best and only friend in this emergency.
One thing helped him. The big yellow hound had been startled, first by the crash of the gun so close to his head, and then again by the rapid downward plunge of the human figure.
Perhaps some dim recollection of former beatings at the hands of some severe master may also have temporarily demoralized the brute.
At any rate Jerry was given just about five seconds to turn the corner, and thus place the tree between himself and his enemy.
Then the dog bounded forward, and a warm chase began around that same tree, with Jerry
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