CHAPTER XVI 



KITTY 



IT seemed my eyelids had scarcely touched when 

 Jones s exasperating, yet stimulating, yell 

 aroused me. Day was breaking. The moon 

 and stars shone with wan luster. A white, snowy 

 frost silvered the forest. Old Moze had curled close 

 beside me, and now he gazed at me reproachfully 

 and shivered. Lawson came hustling in with the 

 horses. Jim busied himself around the campfire. 

 My fingers nearly froze while I saddled my horse. 



At five o clock we were trotting up the slope of 

 Buckskin, bound for the section of ruined rim wall 

 where we had encountered the convention of cougars. 

 Hoping to save time, we took a short cut, and were 

 soon crossing deep ravines. 



The sunrise coloring the purple curtain of cloud 

 over the canon was too much for me, and I lagged 

 on a high ridge to watch it, thus falling behind my 

 more practical companions. A far-off &quot; Waa-hoo ! &quot; 

 brought me to a realization of the day s stern duty, 

 and I hurried Satan forward on the trail. 



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