Kitty 



vicious bloody dog-fights I ever saw that was the 

 worst. I began to belabor them with a club, and 

 Frank sprang to my assistance. Beating had no 

 apparent effect. We broke a dozen sticks, and then 

 Frank grappled with Moze and I with Sounder. 

 Don kept on fighting either one till Jones secured 

 him. Then we all took a rest, panting and weary. 



&quot;What s it mean?&quot; I ejaculated, appealing to 

 Jones. 



&quot; Jealous, that s all. Jealous over the lion.&quot; 



We all remained seated, men and hounds, a sweaty, 

 dirty, bloody, ragged group. I discovered I was 

 sorry for Kitty. I forgot all the carcasses of deer 

 and horses, the brutality of this species of cat; and 

 even forgot the grim, snarling yellow devil that had 

 leaped at me. Kitty was beautiful and helpless. 

 How brave she was, too ! No sign of fear shone in 

 her wonderful eyes, only hate, defiance, watchfulness. 



On the ride back to camp Jones expressed himself 

 thus: &quot; How happy I am that I can keep this lion 

 and the others we are going to capture, for my own ! 

 When I was in the Yellowstone Park I did not get to 

 keep one of the many I captured. The military offi 

 cials took them from me.&quot; 



When we reached camp Lawson was absent, but 

 fortunately Old Baldy browsed near at hand, and 

 was easily caught. Frank said he would rather take 



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