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there was not very much but his handker-
chief left. One of the professors then took
a piece of gold from his pocket and gave
it to the little Bear-Slayer. The boy was
so glad that tears came into his eyes and
he turned to go.

“See here! I’m sorry for what I said.
Yes, Iam. I ought to be ashamed, and I
am ashamed.”

It was the smart boy from Boston who
had been looking on all this time, and who
now came forward with his hand held out.

“See here!” he said. “I’ve got a forty-
dollar shotgun to give away, and I want
you to have it. Yes, I do. There’s my
hand on it. Take my hand, and you shall
have the gun just as soon as it gets here.”

The two shook hands, and the boys all
shouted with delight; and on the very next
Saturday one of these two boys went out
hunting quail with a fine shotgun on his
shoulder.

It was the silent little hero, The Bear-
Slayer of San Diego.