All Heroes But One 



large section of the slope. It was a strange thing to 

 look down hill, over the tips of green trees. Below, 

 perhaps four hundred yards, was a slide open for a 

 long way; all the rest was green incline, with many 

 dead branches sticking up like spars, and an occa 

 sional crag. From this perch I heard the hounds; 

 then followed a yell I thought was Jim s, and after 

 it the bellowing of Wallace s rifle. Then all was 

 silent. The shots had effectually checked the yelping 

 of the hounds. I let out a yell. Another cougar 

 that Jones would not lasso! All at once I heard a 

 familiar sliding of small rocks below me, and I 

 watched tht open slope with greedy eyes. 



Not a bit surprised was I to see a cougar break 

 out of the green, and go tearing down the slide. In 

 less than six seconds, I had sent six steel-jacketed 

 bullets after him. Puffs of dust rose closer and closer 

 to him as each bullet went nearer the mark and the 

 last showered him with gravel and turned him 

 straight down the canon slope. 



I slid down the dead pifion and jumped nearly 

 twenty feet to the soft sand below, and after putting 

 a loaded clip in my rifle, began kangaroo leaps down 

 the slope. When I reached the point where the 

 cougar had entered the slide, I called the hounds, 

 but they did not come nor answer me. Notwith 

 standing my excitement, I appreciated the distance 



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