it would be the proper thing to club 

 him to their hearts' content instead of 

 shooting him full of holes, in the man- 

 ner usually prescribed by their code. 

 Faco Tampico made for the door and 

 staggered out into the darkness. His 

 pursuers were even more drunk, but, 

 bent on mischief, they gave chase, and 

 Faco dodged back of the house and 

 into the yard. The mountaineers had 

 just wit enough to keep out of reach of 

 the Grizzly as they searched about for 

 their victim, but they did not find him. 

 Then they got torches, and making 

 sure that he was not in the yard, were 

 satisfied that he had fallen into the 

 river behind the barn and doubtless was 

 drowned. A few rude jokes, and they 

 returned to the house. As they passed 

 the Grizzly's den their lanterns awoke 

 in his eyes a glint of fire. In the morn- 

 ing the cook, beginning his day, heard 



