er some discussion, we turned south,
intending to ride down to the rim wall and follow it back to camp. I
happened to turn once, perhaps to look again at the far-distant pink
cliffs of Utah, or the wave-like dome of Trumbull Mountain, when I saw
Moze trailing close behind me. My yell halted the Colonel.

"Well, I'll be darned!" ejaculated he, as Moze hove in sight. "Come
hyar, you rascal!"

He was a tired dog, but had no sheepish air about him, such as he had
worn when lagging in from deer chases. He wagged his tail, and flopped
down to pant and pant, as if to say: "What's wrong with you guys?"

"Boys, for two cents I'd go back and put Jude on that trail. It's just
possible that Moze treed a lion. But--well, I expect there's more
likelihood of his chasing the lion over the rim; so we may as well keep
on. The strange thing is that Sounder wasn't with Moze. There may have
been two lions. You see we are up a tree ourselves. I have known lions
to run in pairs, and also a mother keep four two-year-olds with her.
But such cases are rare. Here, in this country, though, maybe they run
round and have parties."

As we left the breaks behind we got out upon a level pinyon flat. A few
cedars grew with the pinyons. Deer runways and trails were thick.

"Boys, look at that," said Jones. "This is great lion country, the best
I ever saw."

He pointed to the sunken, red, shapeless remain of two horses, and near
them a ghastly scattering of bleached bones. "A lion-lair right here on
the flat. Those two horses were killed early this spring, and I see no
signs of their carcasses having been covered with brush and dirt. I've
got to learn lion lore over again, that's certain."

As we paused at the head of a depression, which appeared to be a gap in
the rim wall, filled with massed pinyons and splintered piles of yellow
stone, caught Sounder going through some interesting moves. He stopped
to smell a bush. Then he lifted his head, and electrified me with a
great, deep sounding bay.

"Hi! there, listen to that!" yelled Jones "What's Sounder got? Give him
room--don't run him down. Easy now, old dog, easy, easy!"

Sounder suddenly broke down a trail. Moze howled, Don barked, and Tige
let out his staccato yelp. They ran through the brush here, there,
every where. Then all at once old Jude chimed in with her mellow voice,
and Jones tumbled off his horse.

"By the Lord Harry! There's something here."

"Here, Colonel, here's the bush Sou