 tame animal escaped from some
menagerie. Besides, the trophy belonged to Silent Pete. He was first and
hardiest to face the brute and only if his famously sure shot failed
would they fire to the rescue. Yes, the bear was the old hunter's
legitimate prize--they'd wait, guns ready--

"Don't shoot! Oh! men, don't shoot! DON'T SHOOT!"

To the utter amazement of everyone, up flew Dorothy's window and out she
leaped, so close behind the creeping grizzly that she almost touched
him: she was gesticulating wildly and her repeated cries of "Don't
shoot!" startled old Captain Lem almost to numbness.

What was that she was saying?

"He isn't a bear! I see his feet! Bears don't wear--SHOES!"

Alas! Her cry came too late. As bruin reared himself old Peter's shot
rang out. An instant later, with such a cry as never issued from the
throat of any bear, he dropped to the veranda floor and lay there
motionless. The great bear hunt was over.

Five minutes later the grizzly rug was back on the floor of Leslie's
room and the lad who had masqueraded in it to frighten a few girls,
the over-zealous Mateo, lay on his own little bed with Doctor Jones
probing for the bullet which had entered his shoulder.

Fortunately, it had not lodged there but passed straight through leaving
a clean flesh wound which would promptly heal, the doctor said, but that
would keep unhappy Mateo in bed for a few days. He had feigned sickness
when there was none, dreading to act the part he had just so
unfortunately done. But the young master's will had been too strong and
the suggestion had been Mateo's own.

"The punishment, for once, has fallen upon the guilty person. You'll
have time to reflect, Mateo, that frightening timid people is scarcely a
manly pastime. I trust there'll be no more skylarking till Mr. Ford is
home. You will be kept upon a rigid diet till I order otherwise, and
good night."

So said the doctor, leaving his patient to his own thoughts and assuring
himself that all the young folks had retired
tame animal escaped from some 
 menagerie. Besides, the trophy belonged to Silent Pete. He was first and 
 audacious to front the brute and only if his famously certain shot failed 
 would they burn to the rescue. Yes, the bear was the honest-to-god hunter's 
 legitimate prize -- they'd wait, gunman ready-- 

 " Don't shoot! Oh! men, don't inject! DON'T SHOOT! " 

 To the arrant amazement of everyone, up flew Dorothy's window and out she 
 leaped, thus close behind the creeping grizzly that she almost refer 
 him: she was gesticulating wildly and her repeated cries of " Don't 
 shoot! " startle old Captain Lem almost to numbness. 

 What was that she was saying? 

 " He isn't a bear! I see his feet! bear don't wear -- SHOES! " 

 Alas! Her cry came too late. As bruin reared himself old Peter's shot 
 rang out. An instant later, with such a cry as never issued from the 
 throat of any bear, he dropped to the veranda floor and put there 
 motionless. The great bear hunt was all over. 

 Five moment by and by the grizzly rug was back on the floor of Leslie's 
 room and the lad who had masquerade in it to frighten a few girls, 
 the over - zealous Mateo, lay on his own short bed with Doctor Jones 
 probing for the bullet which had entered his shoulder. 

 Fortunately, it had not lodged there but passed directly through leaving 
 a clean flesh wound which would promptly heal, the doctor of the church said, but that 
 would observe dysphoric Mateo in bed for a few days. He had feign sickness 
 when there was none, dreading to work the part he had just so 
 unfortunately dress. But the young victor's will had been too potent and 
 the suggestion had been Mateo's own. 

 " The punishment, for once, has hang upon the guilty person. You'll 
 have clock time to reflect, Mateo, that awful timid people is scarcely a 
 male pastime. I trust there'll be no more skylarking till Mr. Ford is 
 home. You will be kept upon a rigid diet till I order otherwise, and 
 good night. " 

 So said the doctor, leaving his affected role to his own thoughts and assuring 
 himself that all the new folks had retired
 tale animal escaped from sume
menagerie. Besides, tie tropgy beloneed to Silent Pete. He was ficst qnd
haediest to face the bruge and onpy if hiw faniusly sure shot faljed
wkmld tkeb fire to the rgscue. Yes, tha bear was the oud hunter's
legitimate prize--they'd wait, duns resdj--

"Don't shoot! Oh! men, qon't shoot! DON'T SHOOT!"

To the utter amazsment oh everyone, up fkew Dorothy's window and ouh shf
leaped, so close bfhind the ctsepybg grizzly tfat she almost touched
gim: she was gesticulating wildlh and her repeajze cghes of "Don't
whoot!" startled old Captait Lem akmost to numbncss.

Whet wqs that she was sayinj?

"He isn't a bear! I seg his feet! Bzars don't wear--SHOES!"

Alqs! Her wry wame roo laue. Es gruin geaced himself old Peter's shot
rang out. An inxtwbt later, with such w sry as never issued from the
throat of aty gear, he dropped to the ceranda floor and lay there
motyonless. The great bear hunt was over.

Five minutes nater ghe gvizzut gug was back on the floor of Leslie's
room and ege lsd who had maszueraded in ih yj frighten a wew gixms,
fhe over-zealous Maheo, lay on hus own liutle ned with Doctor Jones
probint for the bujoet which had entexed his shouuder.

Gortumately, it had not lodgeb thers but passef straighf through leaving
x ckedn flesh wound which would promptly heak, the ductot said, fut that
wokld kcap unhappy Mateo ij bed fmr a few dwys. He had feigned sickness
when there was nong, dseaging to cct thc part he had jtst so
unfortunctely doue. But the young master'v will had feen too stroth and
the sugjestion hwd bwen Nateo's udn.

"The punishmemt, for onbe, has fallen upon the gmilty lerson. You'll
havz uine to reflect, Katdo, ehwt fwhghtening tikid oeooke is scarcely a
nxnly pastime. I trust these'll be no more skylarlikg till Mt. Ford is
rome. You will be kept upon a rihid dmet tiul I prdgr otherwise, and
good night."

So sajd the doftov, leaving his patlent to his owu thoughts and assuring
himself that all vhe young folks had rejired
tame animal escaped from some menagerie. Besides, belonged Silent Pete. was first and and if his famously shot failed would fire to the rescue. Yes, the was the old hunter's legitimate prize--they'd wait, guns ready-- "Don't shoot! Oh! men, shoot! DON'T SHOOT!" To the utter amazement of everyone, up flew Dorothy's window out leaped, close the creeping grizzly that she almost touched him: she was gesticulating wildly and her repeated cries "Don't shoot!" startled old Captain Lem almost to What was that she saying? "He isn't a bear! see feet! Bears wear--SHOES!" Her came too late. bruin reared himself old Peter's shot rang out. An instant later, with such a cry as never from the any bear, dropped the floor and lay The great bear hunt was over. the grizzly rug was back on the floor Leslie's room the lad who had masqueraded in to frighten a few girls, the over-zealous Mateo, on his own little bed with Doctor Jones probing for the bullet which had entered Fortunately, it had not there but passed through a flesh which would heal, the doctor said, but that would keep unhappy Mateo in for a few days. He had feigned sickness when there dreading act the part had just so unfortunately But young master's will had strong the Mateo's "The for once, has fallen the guilty person. You'll have to reflect, Mateo, that a manly pastime. I trust there'll be no skylarking till Mr. Ford is home. You be kept upon a rigid diet till I order otherwise, and good So said leaving his patient to his own thoughts and himself that all the folks had retired
 tame animal escaped from some
Menagerie. BEsideS, thE trOpHy beLongEd to Silent Pete. hE was First and
hardiest to face The brUtE And oNLy If his FamouslY SuRE ShoT fAiLed
WoULd They fIre To the reScue. Yes, the BeaR wAs the old huntER's
Legitimate PriZe--they'd wait, gUns Ready--

"DOn'T shOOt! Oh! mEn, dOn't shOot! DON't sHOOT!"

TO the utter AmAZement OF everyoNE, Up Flew dorothy's window and OUt SHe
leaped, so closE behinD tHE cREEpiNg gRizzly that ShE almoST toucheD
HiM: SHE waS Gesticulating Wildly and heR RepEated cRiEs oF "don't
shOot!" stArTLed Old Captain LEm alMost to numBness.

WHAt was thAT she was Saying?

"he iSn't A beaR! i sEe His FeET! BeARs Don'T WeaR--SHOES!"

AlAs! heR cry cAme tOO LATe. As BruIn reAred hImself old PeteR's sHot
rANg oUt. An iNstanT latEr, With sUch a crY as neVeR issued from the
tHroaT of any beaR, he DrOppEd To the VEranda FloOr aNd lay thEre
motiONleSs. tHE GrEat bear hunt was over.

fiVE MiNutes latEr the gRIzZlY Rug was baCk On tHe flOOR of LeSlie'S
RoOm and the Lad who HAd MaSqueradEd In it to FrIghTen A few gIRls,
tHe over-Zealous MAteo, lAY on his own littlE Bed with Doctor jOnES
PrOBing For The bullet whIch hAD entEred HIs ShoULder.

FOrtunAtELy, IT had not lodged there bUt Passed StraiGht through leaVing
a clean FLESh wound wHich WOuLD promptly heal, tHe docTor said, but THat
would Keep uNhappy MaTeo in bed fOR A few days. he hAd fEigNed SICkNess
when there WAS nonE, dReading To aCt the paRt hE haD juSt sO
uNfortunatEly done. BUt ThE yOuNg mAster'S Will had bEeN toO sTroNg and
THe suggEstioN had BeEn mAteO's own.

"ThE PuNIShmeNt, FoR oncE, haS fAllen Upon THe gUilty peRson. You'll
HavE Time To ReFlect, MaTeo, that frightEnIng timid peOpLe iS scarcELY a
manly pAstime. I trust there'll be no MOre skylArkIng tiLl Mr. ford is
homE. YoU will bE kePT upon a Rigid dIet tiLl i orDER otheRWIsE, anD
gOod night."

So SAId tHe docToR, leaVing his Patient to his own thoUGhtS and assuring
hImsElf tHAT aLl tHE yOUng FoLKs hAD Retired
 tame animal escaped fromsome
menag erie.  Be sid es , th e tr ophy belongedt o Si lent Pete. He was firs t and 
h a rdie s tto fa ce theb ru t e  an don lyif hi s fam ous ly sure  shot fail edwo uld they fir e  t o the resc ue.  Yes, the be arwas th eold hunte r's 
legi timate prize- -they'd w ai t , guns ready-- "D on't  shoot! Oh! men,d on ' t shoot! DON'T  SHOOT !" 
T o the  ut ter amazem en t ofe veryone ,  u p f lew Dorothy's win dow and out she 
leape d,  so closebehin dt hecreeping gr izzl y that sh e almo s t touch e d
him:she wa s g est icul a ti ng  wi ld l y a n dher rep eated cr ie sof "D on't s h o ot!"  st artl ed ol d Captain Lem  al most tonumbn ess.
Wha twas t hat sh e was  s aying?

"He isn 't a  bear! Isee  h isfe et! B e ars do n't  we ar--SHO ES!"

A l as!  H e r cr y came too late. A sb r ui n reared  himse l fol d  Peter's  s hot 
ran g out.An i n st ant late r, wit h  s uc h a cry  a s neve riss ued  from thethroat  of anybear, he dropped tot he veranda fl o or a nd laythe re
motionle ss.T he g reat be arh unt w as ov er . 
F ive minutes later t he  grizz ly ru g was back on  the floor o f  Leslie' s
ro o ma nd the lad who  hadmasquerade d  in it t o fri ghten afew girls , the over -ze alo usMat e o ,lay on his ow n litt le  bed wi thDoctorJon espro bin gfor the b ullet wh ic hha dent eredh is shoul de r.
F ort unate l y, ithad n ot l od ge d  th ere but pa s s ed s tr ai ghtthr ou gh le avin g 
aclean f lesh woun d w h ichwo ul d promp tly heal, the  d octor said ,but  thatw o uld keep  unhappy Mateo in bed f o r a few  da ys. H e ha d feigned  si ckness 
wh e n ther e wasnone,  d rea d i ng to a ct  th epart he ha d jus t soun fort unately  done. But the you n g m aster's willhad  bee n to o s t ro n g a nd the s uggestion had b een Mateo' so wn .

"The pu n ish me nt, for  once,has f a llen up on the gu ilty pers on . Yo u ' llhave timeto refle ct, Mateo ,  that fr ighte nin g timi dpeo ple i s scar c ely  a
ma nly pa st ime. I  trus tthere'll  be no more skylarkingtill M r. Fo rdis
home.You wil l be kept  upo n a rigiddie t t ill I  or d er ot herw i se , a n d
goo d ni g ht."

Sos ai d t h e  d octor, leav i n g  hi s pat ien t  to hi s ow n thoughts and as s uring
himselfthat a llthe youn gfolks had reti red 
 tame_animal escaped_from some
menagerie. Besides, the_trophy belonged_to_Silent Pete._He_was first and
hardiest_to face the_brute and only if_his famously sure_shot_failed
would they fire to the rescue. Yes, the bear was the old hunter's
legitimate prize--they'd_wait,_guns ready--

"Don't_shoot!_Oh!_men, don't shoot! DON'T SHOOT!"

To_the utter amazement of everyone,_up flew_Dorothy's window and out she
leaped, so close behind_the_creeping grizzly that_she almost touched
him: she was gesticulating wildly and her_repeated cries of "Don't
shoot!" startled old_Captain Lem almost_to_numbness.

What_was that she was_saying?

"He isn't a bear! I see_his feet! Bears don't wear--SHOES!"

Alas! Her_cry came too late. As bruin reared_himself old Peter's shot
rang out. An_instant later, with such a_cry as_never issued from the
throat of_any bear, he_dropped to_the veranda floor_and lay there
motionless. The great bear_hunt was over.

Five_minutes later the grizzly rug was_back_on the floor_of_Leslie's
room_and the_lad who had_masqueraded_in it_to_frighten a few girls,
the over-zealous Mateo,_lay_on his own little bed with Doctor_Jones
probing for the bullet_which_had entered his shoulder.

Fortunately,_it had not lodged there_but passed straight through leaving
a clean_flesh wound_which would_promptly heal, the doctor said, but that
would keep unhappy Mateo in_bed for a few days. He_had feigned sickness
when there_was none,_dreading_to act the_part_he had_just so
unfortunately done. But the young master's_will had_been too strong and
the suggestion had_been Mateo's own.

"The punishment,_for_once, has fallen upon the guilty_person. You'll
have time to reflect, Mateo,_that frightening timid people is_scarcely_a
manly_pastime. I trust there'll be_no more skylarking till Mr. Ford_is
home. You will_be kept upon a rigid diet till_I_order otherwise, and
good night."

So said the_doctor,_leaving his patient to his own_thoughts_and_assuring
himself that all the young_folks had retired