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〃Old Tom is cornered； and he'll come out。 He can run only two ways： along this trail； or down that slide。 I'll take my stand by the scrub pinyon there so I can get a hitch if I rope him。 Frank； when I give the word； let the dogs go。 Grey； you block the slide。 If he makes at us； even if I do get my rope on him； kill him！ Most likely he'll jump down hillthen you'll HAVE to kill him！ Be quick。 Now loose the hounds。 Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃
I jumped into the narrow slide of weathered stone and looked up。 Jones's stentorian yell rose high above the clamor of the hounds。 He whirled his lasso。
A huge yellow form shot over the trail and hit the top of the slide with a crash。 The lasso streaked out with arrowy swiftness； circled； and snapped viciously close to Old Tom's head。 〃Kill him！ Kill him！〃 roared Jones。 Then the lion leaped； seemingly into the air above me。 Instinctively I raised my little automatic rifle。 I seemed to hear a million bellowing reports。 The tawny body； with its grim； snarling face； blurred in my sight。 I heard a roar of sliding stones at my feet。 I felt a rush of wind。 I caught a confused glimpse of a whirling wheel of fur； rolling down the slide。
Then Jones and Frank were pounding me； and yelling I know not what。 From far above came floating down a long 〃Waa…hoo！〃 I saw Wallace silhouetted against the blue sky。 I felt the hot barrel of my rifle； and shuddered at the bloody stones below methen； and then only； did I realize； with weakening legs； that Old Tom had jumped at me； and had jumped to his death。
CHAPTER 13。 SINGING CLIFFS
Old Tom had rolled two hundred yards down the canyon； leaving a red trail and bits of fur behind him。 When I had clambered down to the steep slide where he had lodged； Sounder and Jude had just decided he was no longer worth biting； and were wagging their tails。 Frank was shaking his head； and Jones； standing above the lion； lasso in hand； wore a disconsolate face。
〃How I wish I had got the rope on him！〃
〃I reckon we'd be gatherin' up the pieces of you if you had；〃 said Frank； dryly。
We skinned the old king on the rocky slope of his mighty throne； and then； beginning to feel the effects of severe exertion； we cut across the slope for the foot of the break。 Once there； we gazed up in disarray。 That break resembled a walk of lifehow easy to slip down； how hard to climb！ Even Frank； inured as he was to strenuous toil； began to swear and wipe his sweaty brow before we had made one…tenth of the ascent。 It was particularly exasperating； not to mention the danger of it； to work a few feet up a slide； and then feel it start to move。 We had to climb in single file； which jeopardized the safety of those behind the leader。 Sometimes we were all sliding at once； like boys on a pond； with the difference that we were in danger。 Frank forged ahead； turning to yell now and then for us to dodge a cracking stone。 Faithful old Jude could not get up in some places； so laying aside my rifle； I carried her； and returned for the weapon。 It became necessary； presently； to hide behind cliff projections to escape the avalanches started by Frank； and to wait till he had surmounted the break。 Jones gave out completely several times； saying the exertion affected his heart。 What with my rifle； my camera and Jude； I could offer him no assistance； and was really in need of that myself。 When it seemed as if one more step would kill us； we reached the rim； and fell panting with labored chests and dripping skins。 We could not speak。 Jones had worn a pair of ordinary shoes without thick soles and nails； and it seemed well to speak of them in the past tense。 They were split into ribbons and hung on by the laces。 His feet were cut and bruised。
On the way back to camp； we encountered Moze and Don coming out of the break where we had started Sounder on the trail。 The paws of both hounds were yellow with dust； which proved they had been down under the rim wall。 Jones doubted not in the least that they had chased a lion。
Upon examination； this break proved to be one of the two which Clarke used for trails to his wild horse corral in the canyon。 According to him； the distance separating them was five miles by the rim wall； and less than half that in a straight line。 Therefore； we made for the point of the forest where it ended abruptly in the scrub oak。 We got into camp； a fatigued lot of men； horses and dogs。 Jones appeared particularly happy； and his first move； after dismounting； was to stretch out the lion skin and measure it。
〃Ten feet； three inches and a half！〃 he sang out。
〃Shore it do beat hell！〃 exclaimed Jim in tones nearer to excitement than any I had ever heard him use。
〃Old Tom beats； by two inches； any cougar I ever saw；〃 continued Jones。 〃He must have weighed more than three hundred。 We'll set about curing the hide。 Jim； stretch it well on a tree； and we'll take a hand in peeling off the fat。〃
All of the party worked on the cougar skin that afternoon。 The gristle at the base of the neck； where it met the shoulders； was so tough and thick we could not scrape it thin。 Jones said this particular spot was so well protected because in fighting； cougars were most likely to bite and claw there。 For that matter； the whole skin was tough； tougher than leather； and when it dried； it pulled all the horseshoe nails out of the pine tree upon which we had it stretched。
About time for the sun to set； I strolled along the rim wall to look into the canyon。 I was beginning to feel something of its character and had growing impressions。 Dark purple smoke veiled the clefts deep down between the mesas。 I walked along to where points of cliff ran out like capes and peninsulas； all seamed； cracked； wrinkled； scarred and yellow with age； with shattered； toppling ruins of rocks ready at a touch to go thundering down。 I could not resist the temptation to crawl out to the farthest point； even though I shuddered over the yard…wide ridges； and when once seated on a bare promontory； two hundred feet from the regular rim wall； I felt isolated； marooned。
The sun； a liquid red globe； had just touched its under side to the pink cliffs of Utah； and fired a crimson flood of light over the wonderful mountains； plateaus； escarpments； mesas； domes and turrets or the gorge。 The rim wall of Powell's Plateau was a thin streak of fire； the timber above like grass of gold； and the long slopes below shaded from bright to dark。 Point Sublime； bold and bare； ran out toward the plateau； jealously reaching for the sun。 Bass's Tomb peeped over the Saddle。 The Temple of Vishnu lay bathed in vapory shading clouds； and the Shinumo Altar shone with rays of glory。
The beginning of the wondrous transformation； the dropping of the day's curtain； was for me a rare and perfect moment。 As the golden splendor of sunset sought out a peak or mesa or escarpment； I gave it a name to suit my fancy； and as flushing； fading； its glory changed； sometimes I rechristened it。 Jupiter's Chariot； brazen wheeled； stood ready to roll into the clouds。 Semiramis's Bed； all gold； shone from a tower of Babylon。 Castor and Pollux clasped hands over a Stygian river。 The Spur of Doom； a mountain shaft as red as hell； and inaccessible； insurmountable； lured with strange light。 Dusk； a bold； black dome； was shrouded by the shadow of a giant mesa。 The Star of Bethlehem glittered from the brow of Point Sublime。 The Wraith； fleecy； feathered curtain of mist； floated down among the ruins of castles and palaces； like the ghost of a goddess。 Vales of Twilight； dim； dark ravines； mystic homes of specters； led into the awful Valley of the Shadow； clothed in purple night。
Suddenly； as the first puff of the night wind fanned my cheek； a strange； sweet； low moaning and sighing came to my ears。 I almost thought I was in a dream。 But the canyon； now blood…red； was there in overwhelming reality； a profound； solemn； gloomy thing； but real。 The wind blew stronger； and then I was to a sad； sweet song； which lulled as the wind lulled。 I realized at once that the sound was caused by the wind blowing into the peculiar formations of the cliffs。 It changed； softened； shaded； mellowed； but it was always sad。 It rose from low； tremulous； sweetly quavering sighs； to a sound like th