Kellyan paused. " I can't coveryour 

 bet, Pedro, but I '11 kill your Bear for 

 what 's in the bottle." 



" I takeyou/' said the sheep-herder, 

 "eef you breeng back dose sheep dat 

 are now starving up on de rocks of de 

 canon of Baxstaire's." 



The Mexican's eyes twinkled as the 

 white man closed on the offer. The 

 gold in the bottle, ten or fifteen dollars, 

 was a trifle, and yet enough to send 

 the hunter on the quest enough to 

 lure him into the enterprise, and that 

 was all that was needed. Pedro knew 

 his man: get him going and profit 

 would count for nothing; having put 

 his hand to the plow Lan Kellyan 

 would finish the furrow at any cost; 

 he was incapable of turning back. And 

 again he took up the trail of Grizzly 

 Jack, his one-time "pard," now grown 

 beyond his ken. 



The hunter went straight to Bax- 



