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k ridge, and finally with Jim catching my rifle and camera and then lending his shoulders, I reached the bench below. Jones came puffing around a corner of the cliff, and soon all three of us with the hounds stood out on the rocky shelf with only a narrow space between us and the crouching lion. Before we had a moment to speak, much less form a plan of attack, the lion rose, spat at us defiantly, and deliberately jumped off the crag. We heard him strike with a frightful thud. Surprise held us dumb. To take the leap to the slope below seemed beyond any beast not endowed with wings. We saw the lion bounding down the identical trail which the other lion had taken. Jones came out of his momentary indecision. "Hold the dogs! Call them back!" he yelled hoarsely. "They'll kill the lion we tied! They'll kill him!" The hounds had scattered off the bench here and there, everywhere, to come together on the trail below. Already they were in full cry with the matchless Don at the fore. Manifestly to call them back was an injustice, as well as impossible. In ten seconds they were out of sight. In silence we waited, each listening, each feeling the tragedy of the situation, each praying that they would pass by the poor, helpless, bound lion. Suddenly the regular baying swelled to a burst of savage, snarling fury, such as the pack made in a vicious fight. This ceased--short silence ensued; Don's sharp voice woke the echoes, then the regular baying continued. As with one thought, we all sat down. Painful as the certainty was it was not so painful as that listening, hoping suspense. "Shore they can't be blamed," said Jim finally. "Bumping their nose into a tied lion that way--how'd they know?" "Who could guess the second lion would jump off that quick and run back to our captive?" burst out Jones. "Shore we might have knowed it," replied Jim. "Well, I'm goin' after the pack." He gathered up his lasso and strode off the bench. Jones said he would climb back to the rim, and I followed Jim. Why the lions ran in that particular direction was clear to me when I saw the trail. It was a runway, smooth and hard packed. I trudged along it with rather less enjoyment than on any trail I had ever followed to the canyon. Jim waited for me over the cedar ridge and showed me where the captive lion lay dead. The hounds had not torn him. They had killed him and passed on after the other. "He was a fine fellow, all of seven fee
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