not yet made up his mind about it; but a new notion
came into his cunning brain. He turned his head on this side, then on
that. He looked at the stump, then at the sign, with his little pig-like
eyes. Then he deliberately stood up on the pine root, with his back to the
tree, and put his mark away up, a head at least above that of Wahb. He
rubbed his back long and hard, and he sought some mud to smear his head and
shoulders, then came back and made the mark so big, so strong, and so high,
and emphasized it with such claw-gashes in the bark, that it could be read
only in one way--a challenge to the present claimant from some monstrous
invader, who was ready, nay anxious, to fight to a finish for this
desirable range.

[Illustration: "HE DELIBERATELY STOOD UP ON THE PINE ROOT."]

Maybe it was accident and maybe design, but when the Roachback jumped from
the root it rolled to one side. Baldy went on down the canyon, keeping the
keenest lookout for his enemy.

It was not long before Wahb found the trail of the interloper, and all the
ferocity of his outside-the-Park nature was aroused.

He followed the trail for miles on more than one occasion. But the small
Bear was quick-footed as well as quick-witted, and never showed himself. He
made a point, however, of calling at each sign-post, and if there was any
means of cheating, so that his mark might be put higher, he did it with a
vim, and left a big, showy record. But if there was no chance for any but
a fair register, he would not go near the tree, but looked for a fresh tree
near by with some log or side-ledge to reach from.

[Illustration]

Thus Wahb soon found the interloper's marks towering far above his own--a
monstrous Bear evidently, that even he could not be sure of mastering. But
Wahb was no coward. He was ready to fight to a finish anyone that might
come; and he hunted the range for that invader. Day after day Wahb sought
for him and held himself ready to fight. He found his trail daily, and more
and more often he found that towering record far above his own. He often
smelled him on the wind; but he never saw him, for the old Grizzly's eyes
had grown very dim of late years; things but a little way off were mere
blurs to him. The continual menace could not but fill Wahb with uneasiness,
for he was not young now, and his teeth and claws were worn and blunted. He
was more than ever troubled with pains in his old wounds, and though he
could have risen on th