"Ha!"
The exclamation came from between Pawnee Brown's set teeth. There, from between the branches of a tree just in front of him, glared a pair of yellowish-green eyes.
The blazing optics belonged to a monstrous wildcat!
As quick as a flash Pawnee Brown raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Crack! The wildcat was hit in the side. The shot was a glancing one and did but little damage.
Whirr! down came the body straight for the boomer, landing half upon his shoulder and half upon Bonnie Bird's mane.
The little mare was thoroughly frightened, and giving a snort and a plunge she threw both rider and wildcat to the ground.
As Pawnee Brown went down he tried to push the monstrous cat from him, but the beast had its claws fastened in the scout's clothing and could not be shook off.
Crack! Again Pawnee Brown fired. The flash was almost directly in the wildcat's face, and shot in the left forepaw the beast uttered a fearful howl of pain and dropped back.
But only for an instant. The pain only increased its anger, and with gleaming teeth it crouched down and
