"Now we will soon know what sort of an enemy we have to deal with." The dog was evidently following the trail of the bear, for he broke out into a continuous baying, which grew louder and fiercer as he approached.

The bear heard it, and was either making efforts to escape, or preparing to defend himself; for he thrashed about among the bushes in a way that quite bewildered Frank and Archie, who drew their revolvers, and turned their horses' heads down the path, ready to fight or run, as they might find it necessary.

An instant afterward, a large, tan-colored hound bounded across the path, and dashed into the bushes where the game was concealed.

It was not one of those which had so disgracefully left the field a few moments before--it was Carlo, Johnny's favorite hound--an animal whose strength had been tested in many a desperate encounter, and which had never been found wanting in courage.

Scarcely had he disappeared when Marmion came in sight, also following the trail.