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〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 I screeched； in wild recognition of the spirit of the moment。
Fast as they were flying； the bay and the black responded to our cries； and quickened； strained and lengthened under us till the trees sped by in blurs。
There； plainly in sight ahead ran the hounds； Don leading； Sounder next； and Moze not fifty yards； behind a desperately running lion。
There are all…satisfying moments of life。 That chase through the open forest； under the stately pines； with the wild； tawny quarry in plain sight； and the glad staccato yelps of the hounds filling my ears and swelling my heart； with the splendid action of my horse carrying me on the wings of the wind； was glorious answer and fullness to the call and hunger of a hunter's blood。
But as such moments must be； they were brief。 The lion leaped gracefully into the air； splintering the bark from a pine fifteen feet up； and crouched on a limb。 The hounds tore madly round the tree。
〃Full…grown female；〃 said Jones calmly； as we dismounted； 〃and she's ours。 We'll call her Kitty。〃
Kitty was a beautiful creature； long； slender； glossy； with white belly and black…tipped ears and tail。 She did not resemble the heavy； grim…faced brute that always hung in the air of my dreams。 A low； brooding menacing murmur； that was not a snarl nor a growl； came from her。 She watched the dogs with bright； steady eyes； and never so much as looked at us。
The dogs were worth attention； even from us； who certainly did not need to regard them from her personally hostile point of view。 Don stood straight up； with his forepaws beating the air； he walked on his hind legs like the trained dog in the circus； he yelped continuously； as if it agonized him to see the lion safe out of his reach。 Sounder had lost his identity。 Joy had unhinged his mind and had made him a dog of double personality。 He had always been unsocial with me； never responding to my attempts to caress him； but now he leaped into my arms and licked my face。 He had always hated Jones till that moment； when he raised his paws to his master's breast。 And perhaps more remarkable； time and time again he sprang up at Satan's nose； whether to bite him or kiss him； I could not tell。 Then old Moze； he of Grand Canyon fame； made the delirious antics of his canine fellows look cheap。 There was a small； dead pine that had fallen against a drooping branch of the tree Kitty had taken refuge in； and up this narrow ladder Moze began to climb。 He was fifteen feet up； and Kitty had begun to shift uneasily； when Jones saw him。
〃Hyar！ you wild coon hyar！ Git out of that！ Come down！ Come down！〃
But Jones might have been in the bottom of the canyon for all Moze heard or cared。 Jones removed his coat； carefully coiled his lasso； and began to go hand and knee up the leaning pine。
〃Hyar！ dad…blast you； git down！〃 yelled Jones； and he kicked Moze off。 The persistent hound returned； and followed Jones to a height of twenty feet； where again he was thrust off。
〃Hold him； one of you！〃 called Jones。
〃Not me；〃 said Frank； 〃I'm lookin' out for myself。〃
〃Same here；〃 I cried； with a camera in one hand and a rifle in the other。 〃Let Moze climb if he likes。〃
Climb he did； to be kicked off again。 But he went back。 It was a way he had。 Jones at last recognized either his own waste of time or Moze's greatness； for he desisted； allowing the hound to keep close after him。
The cougar； becoming uneasy； stood up； reached for another limb； climbed out upon it； and peering down； spat hissingly at Jones。 But he kept steadily on with Moze close on his heels。 I snapped my camera on them when Kitty was not more than fifteen feet above them。 As Jones reached the snag which upheld the leaning tree； she ran out on her branch； and leaped into an adjoining pine。 It was a good long jump； and the weight of the animal bent the limb alarmingly。
Jones backed down； and laboriously began to climb the other tree。 As there were no branches low down； he had to hug the trunk with arms and legs as a boy climbs。 His lasso hampered his progress。 When the slow ascent was accomplished up to the first branch； Kitty leaped back into her first perch。 Strange to say Jones did not grumble； none of his characteristic impatience manifested itself。 I supposed with him all the exasperating waits； vexatious obstacles； were little things preliminary to the real work； to which he had now come。 He was calm and deliberate； and slid down the pine； walked back to the leaning tree； and while resting a moment； shook his lasso at Kitty。 This action fitted him； somehow； it was so compatible with his grim assurance。
To me； and to Frank； also； for that matter； it was all new and startling； and we were as excited as the dogs。 We kept continually moving about； Frank mounted； and I afoot； to get good views of the cougar。 When she crouched as if to leap； it was almost impossible to remain under the tree； and we kept moving。
Once more Jones crept up on hands and knees。 Moze walked the slanting pine like a rope performer。 Kitty began to grow restless。 This time she showed both anger and impatience； but did not yet appear frightened。 She growled low and deep； opened her mouth and hissed； and swung her tufted tail faster and faster。
〃Look out； Jones！ look out！〃 yelled Frank warningly。
Jones； who had reached the trunk of the tree； halted and slipped round it； placing it between him and Kitty。 She had advanced on her limb； a few feet above Jones； and threateningly hung over。
Jones backed down a little till she crossed to another branch； then he resumed his former position。
〃Watch below；〃 called he。
Hardly any doubt was there as to how we watched。 Frank and I were all eyes； except very high and throbbing hearts。 When Jones thrashed the lasso at Kitty we both yelled。 She ran out on the branch and jumped。 This time she fell short of her point； clutched a dead snag； which broke； letting her through a bushy branch from where she hung head downward。 For a second she swung free； then reaching toward the tree caught it with front paws； ran down like a squirrel； and leaped off when thirty feet from the ground。 The action was as rapid as it was astonishing。
Like a yellow rubber ball she bounded up； and fled with the yelping hounds at her heels。 The chase was short。 At the end of a hundred yards Moze caught up with her and nipped her。 She whirled with savage suddenness； and lunged at Moze； but he cunningly eluded the vicious paws。 Then she sought safety in another pine。
Frank； who was as quick as the hounds； almost rode them down in his eagerness。 While Jones descended from his perch； I led the two horses down the forest。
This time the cougar was well out on a low spreading branch。 Jones conceived the idea of raising the loop of his lasso on a long pole； but as no pole of sufficient length could be found； he tried from the back of his horse。 The bay walked forward well enough； when； however； he got under the beast and heard her growl； he reared and almost threw Jones。 Frank's horse could not be persuaded to go near the tree。 Satan evinced no fear of the cougar； and without flinching carried Jones directly beneath the limb and stood with ears back and forelegs stiff。
〃Look at that！ look at that！〃 cried Jones； as the wary cougar pawed the loop aside。 Three successive times did Jones have the lasso just ready to drop over her neck； when she flashed a yellow paw and knocked the noose awry。 Then she leaped far out over the waiting dogs； struck the ground with a light； sharp thud； and began to run with the speed of a deer。 Frank's cowboy training now stood us in good stead。 He was off like a shot and turned the cougar from the direction of the canyon。 Jones lost not a moment in pursuit； and I； left with Jones's badly frightened bay； got going in time to see the race； but not to assist。 For several hundred yards Kitty made the hounds appear slow。 Don； being swiftest； gained on her steadily toward the close of the dash； and presently was running under her upraised tail。 On the next jump he nipped her。 She turned and sent him reeling。 Sounder came flying up to bite her flank； and at the same moment fierce old Moze closed in on her。 The next instant a struggling mass whirled on the ground