CHAPTER XXVI
THE LAST OF JOSIAH CRABTREE
All listened intently to the story Dick had to tell, and he had
not yet finished when Dick Chester presented himself, having been
attracted to the vicinity by the roars of the lion and the various
pistol and gun shots.
"This Crabtree must certainly be as bad as you represent," he
said. "I will have a talk with him when I get back to our camp."
"It won't be necessary for you to talk to him," answered Dick
grimly. "If you'll allow me, I'll do the talking."
"All right," grinned the Yale student. "Do, as you please. We
are a getting tired of him."
Chester and Cujo descended into the hollow to examine the lion.
There was a bullet in his right foreleg which Chester proved had
come from his rifle. "He must be the beast Frank Rand and I fired
at from across the lake. Probably he had his home in the hollow
and limped over to it during the night."
"In that case you are entitled to your fair share of the meat --
if you wish any," said Randolph Rover with a smile. "But I think
the pelt goes to Tom, for he fired the shot that was really
fatal." And that skin did go to Tom, and lies on his parlor floor
at home today.
"Several of the students from Yale had been out on a long tour the
afternoon before, in the direction, of the mountain, and they had
reported meeting several natives who had seen King Susko. He was
reported to have but half a dozen of his tribe with him, including
a fellow known as Poison Eye.
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