g somewhat uneasy.

When the bear rose, as I have said, Heywood's courage returned. His
first act was to fling his sketch-book in Bruin's face, and then,
uttering a loud yell, he sprang to his feet, intending to run away. But
the violence of his action broke off the earth under his feet. He dropt
into the river like a lump of lead, and was whirled away in a moment!

What that bear thought when it saw the man vanish from the spot like a
ghost, of course I cannot tell. It certainly _looked_ surprised, and,
if it was a bear of ordinary sensibility, it must undoubtedly have
_felt_ astonished. At any rate, after standing there, gazing for nearly
a minute in mute amazement at the spot where Heywood had disappeared, it
let itself down on its forelegs, and, turning round, walked slowly back
into the bushes.

Poor Heywood could not swim, so the river did what it pleased with him.
After sweeping him out into the middle of the stream, and rolling him
over five or six times, and whirling him round in an eddy close to the
land, and dragging him out again into the main current, and sending him
struggling down a rapid, it threw him at last, like a bundle of old
clothes, on a shallow, where he managed to get on his feet, and
staggered to the shore in a most melancholy plight. Thereafter he
returned to the encampment, like a drowned rat, with his long hair
plastered to his thin face, and his soaked garments clinging tightly to
his slender body. Had he been able to see himself at that moment, he
would have laughed, but, not being able to see himself, and feeling very
miserable, he sighed and shuddered with cold, and then set to work to
kindle a fire and dry himself.

Meanwhile the bear continued its walk up the river. Arrowhead, after a
time, lost the track of the bear he was in search of, and, believing
that it was too late to follow it up farther that night, he turned
about, and began to retrace his steps. Not long after that, he and the
bear met face to face. Of course, the Indian's gun was levelled in an
instant, but the meeting was so sudden, that the aim was not so true as
usual, and, although the ball mortally wounded the animal, it did not
kill him outright.

There was no time to re-load, so Arrowhead dropped his gun and ran. He
doubled as he ran, and made for the encampment; but the bear ran faster.
It was soon at the Indian's heels. Knowing that farther flight was
useless, Arrowhead drew the hatchet that hung a