As he picked himself up he heard a call quite plainly.
"Help! help! Somebody help me!" "It must be Todd!" burst from the youth's lips, and now, in spite of the danger, he bounded from rock to rock down the slope.

The call came from the left, and thither he made his way, halting in dismay as he came out on a little cliff.
At the foot of the cliff he saw the man who had uttered the call for aid.

It was Hank Snogger.

He was having a fierce face-to-face tussle with a big bear.

His gun was on the ground and so was his sombrero, and in his hand he held his hunting knife.