The Last of the Plainsmen 



&quot; Waa-hoo ! &quot; yelled Jones. There was no answer 

 except the echo, and it rolled up out of the chasm 

 with strange, hollow mockery. 



&quot; Don took a cougar down this slide,&quot; said Frank. 

 &quot; I saw the brute, an Don was makin him hump. 

 A ha! There! Listen to diet !&quot; 



From the green and yellow depths soared the faint 

 yelp of a hound. 



&quot; That s Don ! that s Don ! &quot; cried Jones. &quot; He s 

 hot on something. Where s Sounder? Hyar, 

 Sounder ! By George ! there he goes down the slide. 

 Hear him ! He s opened up ! Hi ! Hi ! Hi ! &quot; 



The deep, full mellow bay of the hound came 

 ringing on the clear air. 



u Wallace, you go down. Frank and I will climb 

 out on that pointed crag. Grey, you stay here. 

 Then we ll have the slide between us. Listen and 

 watch ! &quot; 



From my promontory I watched Wallace go down 

 with his gigantic strides, sending the rocks rolling 

 and cracking; and then I saw Jones and Frank crawl 

 out to the end of a crumbling ruin of yellow wall, 

 which threatened to go splintering and thundering 

 down into the abyss. 



I thought, as I listened to the penetrating voice of 

 the hound, that nowhere on earth could there be a 

 grander scene for wild action, wild life. My position 



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