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Bohand, but Helen's lier without assistance The hunter headed up the slope of the canyon, which on that side was not steep It was brown pine forest, with here and there a clureens that Roy called spruce By the time this slope was surmounted Helen's aches were not so bad The saddle appeared to fit her better, and the gait of the horse was not so unfamiliar She reflected, however, that she always had done pretty well uphill Here it was beautiful forest-land, uneven and wilder They rode for a tiht far beloith itsin the ear

Dale reined in and peered down at the pine-

"Wal, I seen thet long ago," rejoined Roy

Helen's scrutiny was rewarded by descrying several tiny depressions in the pine-needles, dark in color and sharply defined

"We et a better chance," said Dale "Those deer are workin' up our way Get your rifle out"

Travel was resumed then, with Roy a little in advance of the pack-train Presently he dismounted, threw his bridle, and cautiously peered ahead Then, turning, he waved his sombrero The pack-aniirls to follow and rode up to Roy's horse This point, Helen saas at the top of an intersecting canuon Dale dis his rifle from its saddle-sheath, and approached Roy

"Buck an' two does," he said, low-voiced "An' they've winded us, but don't see us yet Girls, ride up closer"

Following the directions indicated by Dale's long arm, Helen looked down the slope It was open, with tall pines here and there, and cluold in the ht Presently Bo exclailance passed so back to it she saw alike a statue, his head up in alert and wild posture His color was gray Beside hiraceful build, without horns

"It's downhill," whispered Dale "An' you're goin' to overshoot"

Then Helen saw that Roy had his rifle leveled

"Oh, don't!" she cried

Dale's remark evidently nettled Roy He lowered the rifle