olor and the shiny choyas, gave the impression of a world of
smoldering fire.

Farther along the slope Yaqui halted and crawled behind projections to
a point commanding a view over an extraordinary section of country.
The peaks were off to the left. In the foreground were gullies,
ridges, and canyons, arroyos, all glistening with choyas and some other
and more numerous white bushes, and here and there towered a green
cactus. This region was only a splintered and more devastated part of
the volcanic slope, but it was miles in extent. Yaqui peeped over the
top of a blunt block of lava and searched the sharp-billowed
wilderness. Suddenly he grasped Gale and pointed across a deep wide
gully.

With the aid of his glass Gale saw five sheep. They were much larger
than he had expected, dull brown in color, and two of them were rams
with great curved horns. They were looking in his direction.
Remembering what he had heard about the wonderful eyesight of these
mountain animals, Gale could only conclude that they had seen the
hunters.

Then Yaqui's movements attracted and interested him. The Indian had
brought with him a red scarf and a mesquite branch. He tied the scarf
to the stick, and propped this up in a crack of the lava. The scarf
waved in the wind. That done, the Indian bade Gale watch.

Once again he leveled the glass at the sheep. All five were
motionless, standing like statues, heads pointed across the gully. They
were more than a mile distant. When Gale looked without his glass they
merged into the roughness of the lava. He was intensely interested.
Did the sheep see the red scarf? It seemed incredible, but nothing
else could account for that statuesque alertness. The sheep held this
rigid position for perhaps fifteen minutes. Then the leading ram
started to approach. The others followed. He took a few steps, then
halted. Always he held his head up, nose pointed.

"By George, they're coming!" exclaimed Gale. "They see that flag.
They're hunting us. They're curious. If this doesn't beat me!"

Evidently the Indian understood, for he grunted.

Gale found difficulty in curbing his impatience. The approach of the
sheep was slow. The advances of the leader and the intervals of
watching had a singular regularity. He worked like a machine. Gale
followed him down the opposite wall, around holes, across gullies, over
ridges. Then Gale shifted the glass back to find the others. They
were coming a