At this juncture Frank was startled by a loud rattling in the bushes, and the next moment the wild-cat sprang upon a fallen log, not half a dozen rods from the place where he was standing, and, growling fiercely, crouched and lashed his sides with his tail as if about to spring toward him.

The trap hung from one of his hind-legs, but by some means he had relieved himself of the clog and chain, and he moved as if the weight of the trap were no inconvenience whatever.

The young naturalist was frightened indeed, but bravely stood his ground, and clutched his ax desperately.

What would he not have given to have had his trusty double-barrel in his hands! But he was not allowed much time for reflection.

Brave instantly discovered the wild-cat, and sprang toward him, uttering an angry growl.