Through one pocket after another his trembling fingers flew, while with the butt of his gun he menaced his approaching enemy.
"Where are those bullets ?" he groaned.

"Ah, here they are!" diving into his trousers pocket.

"Fool of a place to keep them, too!" He took a handful of slugs and bullets, poured them into his gun, rammed down a wadding of leaves upon all, retreating as he did so to the higher limbs, the bear following him steadily.

But just as he had his cap securely fixed upon the nipple, the bear suddenly revealed his plan.
Holding by his front paws, he threw his hind legs off from the trunk.

It was his usual method of felling trees.