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as you re alive. Come, Sounder. Now for the 

 horses.&quot; 



As we ran pell-mell into the little glade, where 

 Jim sat mending some saddle trapping, Frank rode 

 up the trail with the horses. 



&quot; Well, I heard Sounder,&quot; he said with his genial 

 smile. u Somethin s comin off, eh? You ll have to 

 ooze round some to keep up with that hound.&quot; 



I saddled Satan with fingers that trembled in 

 excitement, and pushed my little Remington auto 

 matic into the rifle holster. 



&quot; Boys, listen,&quot; said our leader. &quot; We re off now 

 in the beginning of a hunt new to you. Remember 

 no shooting, no blood-letting, except in self-defense. 

 Keep as close to me as you can. Listen for the dogs, 

 and when you fall behind or separate, yell out the 

 signal cry. Don t forget this. We re bound to 

 lose each other. Look out for the spikes and branches 

 on the trees. If the dogs split, whoever follows the 

 one that trees the lion must wait there till the rest 

 come up. Off now! Come, Sounder; Moze, you 

 rascal, hyah! Come, Don, come, Puppy, and take 

 your medicine.&quot; 



Except Moze, the hounds were all trembling and 

 running eagerly to and fro. When Sounder was 

 loosed, he led them in a bee-line to the trail, with us 

 cantering after. Sounder worked exactly as before, 



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