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I gained the base of the yellow cliff； but found no tracks in the dust of ages that had crumbled in its shadow； nor did I hear the dogs。 Considering how close they had seemed； this was strange。 I halted and listened。 Silence reigned supreme。 The ragged cracks in the cliff walls could have harbored many a watching lion； and I cast an apprehensive glance into their dark confines。 Then I turned my horse to get round the cliff and over the ridge。 When I again stopped； all I could hear was the thumping of my heart and the labored panting of Satan。 I came to a break in the cliff； a steep place of weathered rock； and I put Satan to it。 He went up with a will。 From the narrow saddle of the ridge…crest I tried to take my bearings。 Below me slanted the green of pinyon； with the bleached treetops standing like spears； and uprising yellow stones。 Fancying I heard a gunshot； I leaned a straining ear against the soft breeze。 The proof came presently in the unmistakable report of Jones's blunderbuss。 It was repeated almost instantly； giving reality to the direction； which was down the slope of what I concluded must be the third ravine。 Wondering what was the meaning of the shots； and chagrined because I was out of the race； but calmer in mind； I let Satan stand。
Hardly a moment elapsed before a sharp bark tingled in my ears。 It belonged to old Moze。 Soon I distinguished a rattling of stones and the sharp； metallic clicks of hoofs striking rocks。 Then into a space below me loped a beautiful deer； so large that at first I took it for an elk。 Another sharp bark； nearer this time； told the tale of Moze's dereliction。 In a few moments he came in sight； running with his tongue out and his head high。
〃Hyah； you old gladiator！ hyah！ hyah！〃 I yelled and yelled again。 Moze passed over the saddle on the trail of the deer； and his short bark floated back to remind me how far he was from a lion dog。
Then I divined the meaning of the shotgun reports。 The hounds had crossed a fresher trail than that of the lion； and our leader had discovered it。 Despite a keen appreciation of Jones's task； I gave way to amusement； and repeated Wallace's paradoxical formula： 〃Pet the lions and shoot the hounds。〃
So I headed down the ravine； looking for a blunt； bold crag； which I had descried from camp。 I found it before long； and profiting by past failures to judge of distance； gave my first impression a great stretch； and then decided that I was more than two miles from Oak。
Long after two miles had been covered； and I had begun to associate Jim's biscuits with a certain soft seat near a ruddy fire； I was apparently still the same distance from my landmark crag。 Suddenly a slight noise brought me to a halt。 I listened intently。 Only an indistinct rattling of small rocks disturbed the impressive stillness。 It might have been the weathering that goes on constantly； and it might have been an animal。 I inclined to the former idea till I saw Satan's ears go up。 Jones had told me to watch the ears of my horse； and short as had been my acquaintance with Satan； I had learned that he always discovered things more quickly than I。 So I waited patiently。
From time to time a rattling roll of pebbles； almost musical； caught my ear。 It came from the base of the wall of yellow cliff that barred the summit of all those ridges。 Satan threw up his head and nosed the breeze。 The delicate； almost stealthy sounds； the action of my horse； the waiting drove my heart to extra work。 The breeze quickened and fanned my cheek； and borne upon it came the faint and far…away bay of a hound。 It came again and again； each time nearer。 Then on a stronger puff of wind rang the clear； deep； mellow call that had given Sounder his beautiful name。 Never it seemed had I heard music so blood…stirring。 Sounder was on the trail of something； and he had it headed my way。 Satan heard； shot up his long ears； and tried to go ahead； but I restrained and soothed him into quiet。
Long moments I sat there； with the poignant consciousness of the wildness of the scene； of the significant rattling of the stones and of the bell…tongued hound baying incessantly； sending warm joy through my veins； the absorption in sensations new； yielding only to the hunting instinct when Satan snorted and quivered。 Again the deep…toned bay rang into the silence with its stirring thrill of life。 And a sharp ； rattling of stones just above brought another snort from Satan。
Across an open space in the pinyons a gray form flashed。 I leaped off Satan and knelt to get a better view under the trees。 I soon made out another deer passing along the base of the cliff。 Mounting again； I rode up to the cliff to wait for Sounder。
A long time I had to wait for the hound。 It proved that the atmosphere was as deceiving in regard to sound as to sight。 Finally Sounder came running along the wall。 I got off to intercept him。 The crazy fellowhe had never responded to my overtures of friendshiputtered short； sharp yelps of delight； and actually leaped into my arms。 But I could not hold him。 He darted upon the trail again and paid no heed to my angry shouts。 With a resolve to overhaul him； I jumped on Satan and whirled after the hound。
The black stretched out with such a stride that I was at pains to keep my seat。 I dodged the jutting rocks and projecting snags； felt stinging branches in my face and the rush of sweet； dry wind。 Under the crumbling walls； over slopes of weathered stone and droppings of shelving rock； round protruding noses of cliff； over and under pinyons Satan thundered。 He came out on the top of the ridge； at the narrow back I had called a saddle。 Here I caught a glimpse of Sounder far below； going down into the ravine from which I had ascended some time before。 I called to him； but I might as well have called to the wind。
Weary to the point of exhaustion； I once more turned Satan toward camp。 I lay forward on his neck and let him have his will。 Far down the ravine I awoke to strange sounds； and soon recognized the cracking of iron…shod hoofs against stone； then voices。 Turning an abrupt bend in the sandy wash； I ran into Jones and Wallace。
〃Fall in！ Line up in the sad procession！〃 said Jones。 〃Tige and the pup are faithful。 The rest of the dogs are somewhere between the Grand Canyon and the Utah desert。〃
I related my adventures； and tried to spare Moze and Sounder as much as conscience would permit。
〃Hard luck！〃 commented Jones。 〃Just as the hounds jumped the cougarOh！ they bounced him out of the rocks all rightdon't you remember； just under that cliff wall where you and Wallace came up to me？ Well； just as they jumped him； they ran right into fresh deer tracks。 I saw one of the deer。 Now that's too much for any hounds； except those trained for lions。 I shot at Moze twice； but couldn't turn him。 He has to be hurt； they've all got to be hurt to make them understand。〃
Wallace told of a wild ride somewhere in Jones's wake； and of sundry knocks and bruises he had sustained； of pieces of corduroy he had left decorating the cedars and of a most humiliating event； where a gaunt and bare pinyon snag had penetrated under his belt and lifted him； mad and kicking； off his horse。
〃These Western nags will hang you on a line every chance they get；〃 declared Jones； 〃and don't you overlook that。 Well； there's the cabin。 We'd better stay here a few days or a week and break in the dogs and horses； for this day's work was apple pie to what we'll get in the Siwash。〃
I groaned inwardly； and was remorselessly glad to see Wallace fall off his horse and walk on one leg to the cabin。 When I got my saddle off Satan； had given him a drink and hobbled him； I crept into the cabin and dropped like a log。 I felt as if every bone in my body was broken and my flesh was raw。 I got gleeful gratification from Wallace's complaints； and Jones's remark that he had a stitch in his back。 So ended the first chase after cougars。
CHAPTER 5。 OAK SPRING
Moze and Don and Sounder straggled into camp next morning； hungry； footsore and scarred； and as they limped in； Jones met them with characteristic speech： 〃Well； you decided to come in when you got hungry and tired？ Never thought of how you fooled me； did you？ Now； the first thing you get i