按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
At daybreak our leader routed us out。 The frost mantled the ground so heavily that it looked like snow； and the rare atmosphere bit like the breath of winter。 The forest stood solemn and gray； the canyon lay wrapped in vapory slumber。
Hot biscuits and coffee； with a chop or two of the delicious Persian lamb meat； put a less Spartan tinge on the morning； and gave Wallace and me more strengthwe needed not incentive to leave the fire； hustle our saddles on the horses and get in line with our impatient leader。 The hounds scampered over the frost； shoving their noses at the tufts of grass and bluebells。 Lawson and Jim remained in camp； the rest of us trooped southwest。
A mile or so in that direction； the forest of pine ended abruptly； and a wide belt of low； scrubby old trees； breast high to a horse； fringed the rim of the canyon and appeared to broaden out and grow wavy southward。 The edge of the forest was as dark and regular as if a band of woodchoppers had trimmed it。 We threaded our way through this thicket； all peering into the bisecting deer trails for cougar tracks in the dust。
〃Bring the dogs！ Hurry！〃 suddenly called Jones from a thicket。
We lost no time complying； and found him standing in a trail； with his eyes on the sand。 〃Take a look； boys。 A good…sized male cougar passed here last night。 Hyar； Sounder； Don； Moze； come on！〃
It was a nervous； excited pack of hounds。 Old Jude got to Jones first； and she sang out； then Sounder opened with his ringing bay； and before Jones could mount； a string of yelping dogs sailed straight for the forest。
〃Ooze along； boys！〃 yelled Frank； wheeling Spot。
With the cowboy leading； we strung into the pines； and I found myself behind。 Presently even Wallace disappeared。 I almost threw the reins at Satan； and yelled for him to go。 The result enlightened me。 Like an arrow from a bow； the black shot forward。 Frank had told me of his speed； that when he found his stride it was like riding a flying feather to be on him。 Jones； fearing he would kill me； had cautioned me always to hold him in； which I had done。 Satan stretched out with long graceful motions； he did not turn aside for logs； but cleared them with easy and powerful spring； and he swerved only slightly to the trees。 This latter； I saw at once； made the danger for me。 It became a matter of saving my legs and dodging branches。 The imperative need of this came to me with convincing force。 I dodged a branch on one tree； only to be caught square in the middle by a snag on another。 Crack！ If the snag had not broken； Satan would have gone on riderless； and I would have been left hanging； a pathetic and drooping monition to the risks of the hunt。 I kept ducking my head； now and then falling flat over the pommel to avoid a limb that would have brushed me off； and hugging the flanks of my horse with my knees。 Soon I was at Wallace's heels； and had Jones in sight。 Now and then glimpses of Frank's white horse gleamed through the trees。
We began to circle toward the south； to go up and down shallow hollows； to find the pines thinning out； then we shot out of the forest into the scrubby oak。 Riding through this brush was the cruelest kind of work； but Satan kept on close to the sorrel。 The hollows began to get deeper； and the ridges between them narrower。 No longer could we keep a straight course。
On the crest of one of the ridges we found Jones awaiting us。 Jude； Tige and Don lay panting at his feet。 Plainly the Colonel appeared vexed。
〃Listen；〃 he said； when we reined in。
We complied； but did not hear a sound。
〃Frank's beyond there some place；〃 continued Jones； 〃but I can't see him； nor hear the hounds anymore。 Don and Tige split again on deer trails。 Old Jude hung on the lion track； but I stopped her here。 There's something I can't figure。 Moze held a beeline southwest； and he yelled seldom。 Sounder gradually stopped baying。 Maybe Frank can tell us something。〃
Jones's long drawn…out signal was answered from the direction he expected； and after a little time； Frank's white horse shone out of the gray…green of a ledge a mile away。
This drew my attention to our position。 We were on a high ridge out in the open； and I could see fifty miles of the shaggy slopes of Buckskin。 Southward the gray； ragged line seemed to stop suddenly； and beyond it purple haze hung over a void I knew to be the canyon。 And facing west； I came； at last； to understand perfectly the meaning of the breaks in the Siwash。 They were nothing more than ravines that headed up on the slopes and ran down； getting steeper and steeper； though scarcely wider； to break into the canyon。 Knife…crested ridges rolled westward； wave on wave； like the billows of a sea。 I appreciated that these breaks were； at their sources； little washes easy to jump across； and at their mouths a mile deep and impassable。 Huge pine trees shaded these gullies； to give way to the gray growth of stunted oak； which in turn merged into the dark green of pinyon。 A wonderful country for deer and lions； it seemed to me； but impassable； all but impossible for a hunter。
Frank soon appeared； brushing through the bending oaks； and Sounder trotted along behind him。
〃Where's Moze？〃 inquired Jones。
〃The last I heard of Moze he was out of the brush； goin' across the pinyon flat； right for the canyon。 He had a hot trail。〃
〃Well； we're certain of one thing； if it was a deer； he won't come back soon； and if it was a lion； he'll tree it； lose the scent； and come back。 We've got to show the hounds a lion in a tree。 They'd run a hot trail； bump into a tree； and then be at fault。 What was wrong with Sounder？〃
〃I don't know。 He came back to me。〃
〃We can't trust him； or any of them yet。 Still； maybe they're doing better than we know。〃
The outcome of the chase； so favorably started was a disappointment； which we all felt keenly。 After some discussion； we turned south； intending to ride down to the rim wall and follow it back to camp。 I happened to turn once； perhaps to look again at the far…distant pink cliffs of Utah； or the wave…like dome of Trumbull Mountain； when I saw Moze trailing close behind me。 My yell halted the Colonel。
〃Well； I'll be darned！〃 ejaculated he； as Moze hove in sight。 〃Come hyar； you rascal！〃
He was a tired dog； but had no sheepish air about him； such as he had worn when lagging in from deer chases。 He wagged his tail； and flopped down to pant and pant； as if to say： 〃What's wrong with you guys？〃
〃Boys； for two cents I'd go back and put Jude on that trail。 It's just possible that Moze treed a lion。 Butwell； I expect there's more likelihood of his chasing the lion over the rim； so we may as well keep on。 The strange thing is that Sounder wasn't with Moze。 There may have been two lions。 You see we are up a tree ourselves。 I have known lions to run in pairs； and also a mother keep four two…year…olds with her。 But such cases are rare。 Here； in this country； though； maybe they run round and have parties。〃
As we left the breaks behind we got out upon a level pinyon flat。 A few cedars grew with the pinyons。 Deer runways and trails were thick。
〃Boys； look at that；〃 said Jones。 〃This is great lion country； the best I ever saw。〃
He pointed to the sunken； red； shapeless remain of two horses； and near them a ghastly scattering of bleached bones。 〃A lion…lair right here on the flat。 Those two horses were killed early this spring； and I see no signs of their carcasses having been covered with brush and dirt。 I've got to learn lion lore over again； that's certain。〃
As we paused at the head of a depression； which appeared to be a gap in the rim wall； filled with massed pinyons and splintered piles of yellow stone； caught Sounder going through some interesting moves。 He stopped to smell a bush。 Then he lifted his head； and electrified me with a great； deep sounding bay。
〃Hi！ there； listen to that！〃 yelled Jones 〃What's Sounder got？ Give him roomdon't run him down。 Easy now； old dog； easy； easy！〃
Sounder suddenly broke down a trail。 Moze howled； Don barked； and Tige let out his staccato yelp。 They ran through the brush here； there； every where。 Then all at once old Jude chimed in with her mellow voice； and Jones tumbled off his horse。
〃By the Lo