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given the night before。
The ravine to the right； which I entered； was choked with huge stones fallen from the cliff above； and pinyons growing thick； and I wondered apprehensively how a man could evade a wild animal in such a place； much less chase it。 Old Moze pulled on his chain and sniffed at coyote and deer tracks。 And every time he evinced interest in such； I cut him with a switch； which； to tell the truth； he did not notice。 I thought I heard a shout； and holding Moze tight； I waited and listened。
〃Waa…hoowaa…hoo！〃 floated on the air； rather deadened as if it had come from round the triangular cliff that faced into the valley。 Urging and dragging Moze； I ran down the ravine as fast as I could； and soon encountered Wallace coming from the middle ravine。 〃Jones；〃 he said excitedly； 〃this waythere's the signal again。〃 We dashed in haste for the mouth of the third ravine； and came suddenly upon Jones； kneeling under a pinyon tree。 〃Boys； look！〃 he exclaimed； as he pointed to the ground。 There； clearly defined in the dust； was a cat track as big as my spread hand； and the mere sight of it sent a chill up my spine。 〃There's a lion track for you； made by a female； a two…year…old； but can't say if she passed here last night。 Don won't take the trail。 Try Moze。〃
I led Moze to the big； round imprint； and put his nose down into it。 The old hound sniffed and sniffed； then lost interest。
〃Cold！〃 ejaculated Jones。 〃No go。 Try Sounder。 Come； old boy； you've the nose for it。〃
He urged the relucant hound forward。 Sounder needed not to be shown the trail； he stuck his nose in it； and stood very quiet for a long moment； then he quivered slightly； raised his nose and sought the next track。 Step by step he went slowly； doubtfully。 All at once his tail wagged stiffly。
〃Look at that！〃 cried Jones in delight。 〃He's caught a scent when the others couldn't。 Hyah； Moze； get back。 Keep Moze and Don back； give him room。〃
Slowly Sounder paced up the ravine； as carefully as if he were traveling on thin ice。 He passed the dusty； open trail to a scaly ground with little bits of grass； and he kept on。
We were electrified to hear him give vent to a deep bugle…blast note of eagerness。
〃By George； he's got it； boys！〃 exclaimed Jones； as he lifted the stubborn； struggling hound off the trail。 〃I know that bay。 It means a lion passed here this morning。 And we'll get him up as sure as you're alive。 Come； Sounder。 Now for the horses。〃
As we ran pell…mell into the little glade； where Jim sat mending some saddle trapping； Frank rode up the trail with the horses。
〃Well； I heard Sounder；〃 he said with his genial smile。 〃Somethin's comin' off； eh？ You'll have to ooze round some to keep up with that hound。〃
I saddled Satan with fingers that trembled in excitement； and pushed my little Remington automatic into the rifle holster。
〃Boys； listen；〃 said our leader。 〃We're off now in the beginning of a hunt new to you。 Remember no shooting； no blood…letting； except in self…defense。 Keep as close to me as you can。 Listen for the dogs； and when you fall behind or separate； yell out the signal cry。 Don't forget this。 We're bound to lose each other。 Look out for the spikes and branches on the trees。 If the dogs split； whoever follows the one that trees the lion must wait there till the rest come up。 Off now！ Come； Sounder； Moze； you rascal； hyah！ Come； Don； come； Puppy； and take your medicine。〃
Except Moze； the hounds were all trembling and running eagerly to and fro。 When Sounder was loosed； he led them in a bee…line to the trail； with us cantering after。 Sounder worked exactly as before； only he followed the lion tracks a little farther up the ravine before he bayed。 He kept going faster and faster； occasionally letting out one deep； short yelp。 The other hounds did not give tongue； but eager； excited； baffled； kept at his heels。 The ravine was long； and the wash at the bottom； up which the lion had proceeded； turned and twisted round boulders large as houses； and led through dense growths of some short； rough shrub。 Now and then the lion tracks showed plainly in the sand。 For five miles or more Sounder led us up the ravine； which began to contract and grow steep。 The dry stream bed got to be full of thickets of branchless saplings； about the poplartall； straight； size of a man's arm； and growing so close we had to press them aside to let our horses through。
Presently Sounder slowed up and appeared at fault。 We found him puzzling over an open； grassy patch； and after nosing it for a little while； he began skirting the edge。
〃Cute dog！〃 declared Jones。 〃That Sounder will make a lion chaser。 Our game has gone up here somewhere。〃
Sure enough； Sounder directly gave tongue from the side of the ravine。 It was climb for us now。 Broken shale； rocks of all dimensions； pinyons down and pinyons up made ascending no easy problem。 We had to dismount and lead the horses； thus losing ground。 Jones forged ahead and reached the top of the ravine first。 When Wallace and I got up； breathing heavily； Jones and the hounds were out of sight。 But Sounder kept voicing his clear call； giving us our direction。 Off we flew； over ground that was still rough； but enjoyable going compared to the ravine slopes。 The ridge was sparsely covered with cedar and pinyon； through which； far ahead； we pretty soon spied Jones。 Wallace signaled； and our leader answered twice。 We caught up with him on the brink of another ravine deeper and craggier than the first； full of dead； gnarled pinyon and splintered rocks。
〃This gulch is the largest of the three that head in at Oak Spring；〃 said Jones。 〃Boys； don't forget your direction。 Always keep a feeling where camp is； always sense it every time you turn。 The dogs have gone down。 That lion is in here somewhere。 Maybe he lives down in the high cliffs near the spring and came up here last night for a kill he's buried somewhere。 Lions never travel far。 Hark！ Hark！ There's Sounder and the rest of them！ They've got the scent； they've all got it！ Down； boys； down； and ride！〃
With that he crashed into the cedar in a way that showed me how impervious he was to slashing branches； sharp as thorns； and steep descent and peril。
Wallace's big sorrel plunged after him and the rolling stones cracked。 Suffering as I was by this time； with cramp in my legs； and torturing pain； I had to choose between holding my horse in or falling off； so I chose the former and accordingly got behind。
Dead cedar and pinyon trees lay everywhere； with their contorted limbs reaching out like the arms of a devil…fish。 Stones blocked every opening。 Making the bottom of the ravine after what seemed an interminable time； I found the tracks of Jones and Wallace。 A long 〃Waa…hoo！〃 drew me on； then the mellow bay of a hound floated up the ravine。 Satan made up time in the sandy stream bed； but kept me busily dodging overhanging branches。 I became aware； after a succession of efforts to keep from being strung on pinyons； that the sand before me was clean and trackless。 Hauling Satan up sharply； I waited irresolutely and listened。 Then from high up the ravine side wafted down a medley of yelps and barks。
〃Waa…hoo； waa…hoo！〃 ringing down the slope； pealed against the cliff behind me； and sent the wild echoes flying。 Satan； of his own accord； headed up the incline。 Surprised at this； I gave him free rein。 How he did climb！ Not long did it take me to discover that he picked out easier going than I had。 Once I saw Jones crossing a ledge far above me； and I yelled our signal cry。 The answer returned clear and sharp； then its echo cracked under the hollow cliff； and crossing and recrossing the ravine； it died at last far away； like the muffled peal of a bell…buoy。 Again I heard the blended yelping of the hounds； and closer at hand。 I saw a long； low cliff above； and decided that the hounds were running at the base of it。 Another chorus of yelps； quicker； wilder than the others； drew a yell from me。 Instinctively I knew the dogs had jumped game of some kind。 Satan knew it as well as I； for he quickened his pace and sent the stones clattering behind him。
I gained the base of the yellow cliff； but found no tracks in the dust of ages that had crumbled in its shadow