"No, do not attempt it."
There was a spell of silence after that, and then Dave raised his pistol.
"Do you know what I am going to do?" he said. "I am going to discharge four shots at the bears. Even at this distance I ought to be able to do some damage."
"Well, you can try it, Dave. But I don't think you'll accomplish a great deal. Their hide is too tough."
Dave brushed the snow from the rocks in front of him, knelt down, and rested his arm with care. Then he took careful aim at the bear that had first appeared. Crack! went the pistol four times in rapid succession. The bear gave a leap, clawed at its face several times, and then, with a grunt of agony, turned and fled among the firs and out of sight.
"Hurrah! that did some damage!" cried the youth, as he started to reload. "Now I'll see if I can hit the other bear Hello, he's gone, too!"
The boy was right, the larger beast was also lumbering off, evidently frightened by the way its mate had been treated. Soon it, too, had disappeared from view. Mr. Porter and Dave watched for a long time, but neither animal came back.
"They may possibly return, but I doubt it," said Dave. "Anyway, I don't think they'll come back
