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"Jim, them hosses are strayin' off," he observed

Wilson leisurely rose and stalked off across the srazed around froht toward the outlet of the brook Here headed a ravine, dense and green Two of the horses had gone down Wilson evidently heard theht, and he circled soet ahead of them and drive them back The invisible brook ran down over the rocks with murmur and babble He halted with instinctive action He listened Forest sounds, soft, lulling, came on the warm, pine-scented breeze It would have taken no keen ear to hear soft and rapid padded footfalls He moved on cautiously and turned into a little open, mossy spot, brown-matted and odorous, full of ferns and bluebells In the e round track of a cougar He bent over it Suddenly he stiffened, then straightened guardedly At that instant he received a hard prod in the back Throwing up his hands, he stood still, then slowly turned A tall hunter in gray buckskin, gray-eyed and square-jawed, had him covered with a cocked rifle And beside this hunter stood a