Master Provy Smith had started out that eventful morning with the intention of fighting Master Jackson Tribbs for the "Kingship" of Table Ridge--a trifling territory of ten leagues square--Tribbs having infringed on his boundaries and claimed absolute sovereignty over the whole mountain range.Julian Fleming was present as referee and bottle-holder.The battle ground selected was the highest part of the ridge.The hour was six o'clock, which would allow them time to reach school before its opening, with all traces of their conflict removed.The air was crisp and cold,--a trifle colder than usual,--and there was a singular thickening of the sun's rays on the ridge, which made the distant peaks indistinct and ghostlike.However, the two combatants stripped "to the buff,"and Fleming patronizingly took position at the "corner," leaning upon a rifle, which, by reason of his superior years, and the wilderness he was obliged to traverse in going to school, his father had lent him to carry.It was that day a providential weapon.
Suddenly, Fleming uttered the word, "Sho!" The two combatants paused in their first "squaring off" to see, to their surprise, that their referee had faced round, with his gun in his hand, and was staring in another direction.
"B'ar!" shouted the three voices together.A huge bear, followed by its cubs, was seen stumbling awkwardly away to the right, making for the timber below.In an instant the boys had hurried into their jackets again, and the glory of fight was forgotten in the fever of the chase.Why should they pound each other when there was something to really KILL? They started in instant pursuit, Julian leading.