time, second, that some would escape. 

 The missing ones were a considerable 

 number, raised to the second power 

 indeed, for two more black ones were 

 gone. Strange to tell, they had not 

 scattered, and Pedro trailed them a 

 mile or more in the wilderness till he 

 reached another very small box canon. 

 Here he found the missing flock 

 perched in various places on boulders 

 and rocky pinnacles as high up as 

 they could get. He was delighted and 

 worked for half a minute on his bank 

 surplus of prayers, but was sadly upset 

 to find that nothing would induce the 

 sheep to come down from the rocks 

 or leave that canon. One or two that 

 he manceuvered as far as the outlet 

 sprang back in fear from something on 

 the ground, which, on examination, he 

 found yes, he swears to this to be 

 the deep-worn, fresh-worn pathway of 



