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wonder you felt all day as if you were working up to something. I'll believe in presentiments in future." The words had scarcely passed his lips, when there was the sharp bang! bang! of a rifle not twenty yards distant. A bright sputter of fire cut the darkness beneath the hemlocks. The moose's blind rage threatened to be his own undoing. While he was fighting an imaginary danger, ears and nostrils half-choked by fury, through the calm night Herb Heal, Winchester in hand, had crept noiselessly on, till he reached the very trees which sheltered his friends. Once, twice, three times the rifle snapped. The first shot missed altogether. At the second, the moose rose upon his hind-legs, with a sharp sound of fright and pain, quite unlike his former noises. Then he gave a quick jump. "Great Governor's Ghost! he's gone;" yelled Cyrus, who had swung himself down a few feet, and was hanging by one arm, in his anxiety to see the result of the firing. "You needn't shoot again, Herb! He's off! Let him go!" "I guess that second shot cut some hair from him, and drew blood too," answered Herb, his deep voice giving the pair a queer sensation as they heard it right beneath. "It was too dark to see plain, but I think he reared; and that's a sign that he was hurt, little or much. Don't drop down for a minute, boys, till we see whether he has bolted for good." CHAPTER XX. TRIUMPH. He had bolted for good, vanished into the mysterious deeps of the primeval forest, whether hurt unto death, or merely "nipped" in a fore-leg, as Herb inclined to think, nobody knew. "It's too dark to see blood-marks, if there are any, so we can't trail him to-night. If he's hit bad--but I guess he ain't--we can track him in the morning," said the guide; as, after an interval of listening, the rescued pair dropped down from their perches. "Did he chase you, boys? Where on earth did you come on him?" Talking together, their words tumbling out like a torrent let loose, Cyrus Garst and Dol Farrar gave an account of the past two hours--strangest hours of their lives--filling up the picture of them bit by bit. "Whew! whew! You did have a narrow squeak, boys, and a scarey time; but I guess you had a lot of fun out of the old snorter," said Herb, his rare laugh jingling out, starting the forest echoes like a clang of bells. "You've won those antlers, Dol--won 'em like a man. Blest, but you have! I promised 'em to the first fellow who c
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