296 Hunting the Grisly 



devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned 

 everything but his rifle and struck of? at speed 

 down the pass, not halting until he reached 

 the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies 

 were still grazing. Mounting, he rode on- 

 ward through the night, until far beyond the 

 reach of pursuit. 



END OP VOLUME THREE 



