Old Tom 



He pointed to the sunken, red, shapeless remains 

 of two horses, and near them a ghastly scattering of 

 bleached bones. &quot; 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.&quot; 



As we paused at the head of a depression, which 

 appeared to be a gap in the rim wall, filled with 

 massed pinons and splintered piles of yellow stone, I 

 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. 



u Hi! there, listen to that!&quot; yelled Jones. 

 u What s Sounder got? Give him room don t run 

 him down. Easy now, old dog, easy, easy! &quot; 



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. 



&quot; By the Lord Harry! There s something here.&quot; 



&quot; Here, Colonel, here s the bush Sounder smelt, 

 and there s a sandy trail under it,&quot; I called. 



&quot; There go Don an Tige down into the break,&quot; 

 cried Frank. &quot; They ve got a hot scent! &quot; 



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