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Presently the strained vacuum of Jean's ears vibrated to a low roar ofthe slope to the south Shepp acted as if he wanted the word to run Jean laid a hand on the dog "Hold on, Shepp," he whispered Then hauling on his boots and slipping into his coat Jean took his rifle and stole out into the open Shepp appeared to be well trained, for it was evident that he had a strong natural tendency to run off and hunt for whatever had roused hi scented an ani around the ranch Shepp, ilant, but it seeerness to leave hi it took Jean a ht and co from the south In fact that little breeze had borne the low roar of traht and kept along the slope at the edge of the cedars It struck him suddenly hoell fitted he was for work of this sort All the work he had ever done, except for his few years in school, had been in the open All the leisure he had ever been able to obtain had been given to his ruling passion for hunting and fishing Love of the wild had been born in Jean At this riht acco end Perhaps his father understood this; perhaps the old Texan had some little reason for his confidence

Every few paces Jean halted to listen All objects, of course, were indistinguishable in the dark-gray obscurity, except when he caerness to bolt out into the void When Jean had traveled half aof cattle on the run, and farther out a low strangled bawl of a calf "Ahuh!" ar or soed his rifle in the air and yelled with all his ain to hold Shepp back