Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-03
Continued From Last fssue)


 Bills bullet went straight home, ripping through the lungs, tearing the great arteries about the heart, shivering even a portion of the heart itself. And yet the grizzly sprang like a demon through the deep snow, straight toward him.
 Virginia's mortified eyes saw his l fingers race as he worked the lever I action of the gun. The bear seemed almost upon him. And she screamed when she heard the impotent click of the hammer against the breech. Bill had fired the single shot that was in the gun.
 Before, ever he heard the sound Harold remembered. In one wave of horror he recalled that he had for gotten to refill the magazine with shells. Yet leaping fast-red and deadly upon the heels of his remorse there came an emotion that scared him ike wall of fire. He saw Bills fate.
 Here was his enemy, the mau he hated above all living creatures, and the blood lust surged through him like a madness. In one wave of ecstacy he felt that he was about to see the qualification of his hatred.
 In the hands of a brave and loyal man, the rifle Harold carried mignt yet have been Bills salvation. Yet Harold didn't lift it to his shoulder. But at that instant aid came from an unexpected quarter. Virginia re- membered the pistol at her belt, and she drew it in a flash of blue steel. True and straight she aimed toward the glowing eyes of the grizzly.
 At the angle that they struck, her bullets did not penetrate the brain; but they did give Bill an instant's re- prieve. The bear struck at the wounds they made, then halted, bawl- ing, in the snow. His rowing eye caught sight of Virginia's form. With a roar he bounded toward her.
 The next instant was one of drama, of incredible stress and movement. For all his mortal wounds, the short distance between the bear and the girl seemed to recede with tragic swiftness
 Virginia stood her ground. firing shot after shot into the animals head. Because it was an automatic, she was able to send home the. loads in rapid succession.
 But Bill by now had found one of the extra shells Harold had given him.
 The grizzly was upon them.
 He dropped the shell into the gun. There was no time to raise the wea- pon to his shoulder. He pointed it instinctively toward the gray throat. And the end of the barrel was against the bears flesh as he pressed the trigger.
 No human eye could follow the lightning events of the next fraction of second. One instant, and the three figures seemed all together. Bill crouched with rifle held pointed III his arms, Virginia behind him, the grizzly full upon them both
 The next, and Harold stood alone in the snow and the silence-awed, terrified, and estranged as if in al dream.
 Except for three forms that lay still, half-buried and concealed in the drifts, it was as if the adventure had never occurred.
 The bullet had gone true. It had pierced the animals neck. breaking the vertebrae Of the spinal column, and life had gone out of him as a flame goes out in the wind.
 Bill was first to move He had re- celved only glancing blow: the drifts into which he had fallen were sort as pillows. He crawled over to Virginia's side.
 He seized her shoulders and shook her gently.
 Instantly her eyes opened Her full consciousness returned Co her with a rush' She was not scratched. not