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ngry hunter。 At first I thought I was only burned。 Then I recognized the taste and burn of the acid and knew something was wrong。 Picking up the tin； I examined it； smelled the pungent odor and felt a queer numb sense of fear。 This lasted only for a moment； as I well knew the use and power of the acid； and had not swallowed enough to hurt me。 I was about to make known my mistake in a matter…of…fact way； when it flashed over me the accident could be made to serve a turn。
〃Jones！〃 I cried hoarsely。 〃What's in this butter？〃
〃Lord！ you haven't eaten any of that。 Why； I put carbolic acid in it。〃
〃OhohohI'm poisoned！ I ate nearly all of it！ OhI'm burning up！ I'm dying！〃 With that I began to moan and rock to and fro and hold my stomach。
Consternation preceded shock。 But in the excitement of the moment； Wallacewho； though badly scared； retained his wits made for me with a can of condensed milk。 He threw me back with no gentle hand； and was squeezing the life out of me to make me open my mouth； when I gave him a jab in his side。 I imagined his surprise； as this peculiar reception of his first…aid…to…the…injured made him hold off to take a look at me； and in this interval I contrived to whisper to him： 〃Joke！ Joke！ you idiot！ I'm only shamming。 I want to see if I can scare Jones and get even with Frank。 Help me out！ Cry！ Get tragic！〃
From that moment I shall always believe that the stage lost a great tragedian in Wallace。 With a magnificent gesture he threw the can of condensed milk at Jones； who was so stunned he did not try to dodge。 〃Thoughtless man！ Murderer！ it's too late！〃 cried Wallace； laying me back across his knees。 〃It's too late。 His teeth are locked。 He's far gone。 Poor boy！ poor boy！ Who's to tell his mother？〃
I could see from under my hat…brim that the solemn； hollow voice had penetrated the cold exterior of the plainsman。 He could not speak； he clasped and unclasped his big hands in helpless fashion。 Frank was as white as a sheet。 This was simply delightful to me。 But the expression of miserable； impotent distress on old Jim's sun…browned face was more than I could stand； and I could no longer keep up the deception。 Just as Wallace cried out to Jones to prayI wished then I had not weakened so soonI got up and walked to the fire。
〃Jim； I'll have another biscuit； please。〃
His under jaw dropped； then he nervously shoveled biscuits at me。 Jones grabbed my hand and cried out with a voice that was new to me： 〃You can eat？ You're better？ You'll get over it？〃
〃Sure。 Why； carbolic acid never phases me。 I've often used it for rattlesnake bites。 I did not tell you； but that rattler at the cabin last night actually bit me； and I used carbolic to cure the poison。〃
Frank mumbled something about horses； and faded into the gloom。 As for Jones； he looked at me rather incredulously； and the absolute； almost childish gladness he manifested because I had been snatched from the grave； made me regret my deceit； and satisfied me forever on one score。
On awakening in the morning I found frost half an inch thick covered my sleeping…bag； whitened the ground； and made the beautiful silver spruce trees silver in hue as well as in name。
We were getting ready for an early start； when two riders； with pack…horses jogging after them； came down the trail from the direction of Oak Spring。 They proved to be Jeff Clarke； the wild…horse wrangler mentioned by the Stewarts； and his helper。 They were on the way into the breaks for a string of pintos。 Clarke was a short； heavily bearded man； of jovial aspect。 He said he had met the Stewarts going into Fredonia； and being advised of our destination； had hurried to come up with us。 As we did not know； except in a general way； where we were making for； the meeting was a fortunate event。
Our camping site had been close to the divide made by one of the long； wooded ridges sent off by Buckskin Mountain； and soon we were descending again。 We rode half a mile down a timbered slope； and then out into a beautiful； flat forest of gigantic pines。 Clarke informed us it was a level bench some ten miles long； running out from the slopes of Buckskin to face the Grand Canyon on the south； and the 'breaks of the Siwash on the west。 For two hours we rode between the stately lines of trees； and the hoofs of the horses gave forth no sound。 A long； silvery grass； sprinkled with smiling bluebells； covered the ground； except close under the pines； where soft red mats invited lounging and rest。 We saw numerous deer； great gray mule deer； almost as large as elk。 Jones said they had been crossed with elk once； which accounted for their size。 I did not see a stump； or a burned tree； or a windfall during the ride。
Clarke led us to the rim of the canyon。 Without any preparationfor the giant trees hid the open skywe rode right out to the edge of the tremendous chasm。 At first I did not seem to think； my faculties were benumbed； only the pure sensorial instinct of the savage who sees； but does not feel； made me take note of the abyss。 Not one of our party had ever seen the canyon from this side； and not one of us said a word。 But Clarke kept talking。
〃Wild place this is hyar；〃 he said。 〃Seldom any one but horse wranglers gits over this far。 I've hed a bunch of wild pintos down in a canyon below fer two years。 I reckon you can't find no better place fer camp than right hyar。 Listen。 Do you hear thet rumble？ Thet's Thunder Falls。 You can only see it from one place； an' thet far off； but thar's brooks you can git at to water the hosses。 Fer thet matter； you can ride up the slopes an' git snow。 If you can git snow close； it'd be better； fer thet's an all…fired bad trail down fer water。〃
〃Is this the cougar country the Stewarts talked about？〃 asked Jones。
〃Reckon it is。 Cougars is as thick in hyar as rabbits in a spring…hole canyon。 I'm on the way now to bring up my pintos。 The cougars hev cost me hundreds I might say thousands of dollars。 I lose hosses all the time； an' damn me； gentlemen； I've never raised a colt。 This is the greatest cougar country in the West。 Look at those yellow crags！ Thar's where the cougars stay。 No one ever hunted 'em。 It seems to me they can't be hunted。 Deer and wild hosses by the thousand browse hyar on the mountain in summer； an' down in the breaks in winter。 The cougars live fat。 You'll find deer and wild…hoss carcasses all over this country。 You'll find lions' dens full of bones。 You'll find warm deer left for the coyotes。 But whether you'll find the cougars； I can't say。 I fetched dogs in hyar； an' tried to ketch Old Tom。 I've put them on his trail an' never saw hide nor hair of them again。 Jones； it's no easy huntin' hyar。〃
〃Well； I can see that；〃 replied our leader。 〃I never hunted lions in such a country； and never knew any one who had。 We'll have to learn how。 We've the time and the dogs； all we need is the stuff in us。〃
〃I hope you fellars git some cougars； an' I believe you will。 Whatever you do； kill Old Tom。〃
〃We'll catch him alive。 We're not on a hunt to kill cougars；〃 said Jones。
〃What！〃 exclaimed Clarke； looking from Jones to us。 His rugged face wore a half…smile。
〃Jones ropes cougars； an' ties them up；〃 replied Frank。
〃I'm if he'll ever rope Old Tom；〃 burst out Clarke； ejecting a huge quid of tobacco。 〃Why； man alive！ it'd be the death of you to git near thet old villain。 I never seen him； but I've seen his tracks fer five years。 They're larger than any hoss tracks you ever seen。 He'll weigh over three hundred； thet old cougar。 Hyar； take a look at my man's hoss。 Look at his back。 See them marks？ Wal； Old Tom made them； an' he made them right in camp last fall； when we were down in the canyon。〃
The mustang to which Clarke called our attention was a sleek cream and white pinto。 Upon his side and back were long regular scars； some an inch wide； and bare of hair。
〃How on earth did he get rid of the cougar？〃 asked Jones。
〃I don't know。 Perhaps he got scared of the dogs。 It took thet pinto a year to git well。 Old Tom is a real lion。 He'll kill a full…grown hoss when he wants； but a yearlin' colt is his especial likin'。 You're sure to run acrost his trail； an' you'll never miss it。 Wal； if I find any cougar sign down in the canyon； I'll