second day, he quit his couch and, 

 making for the nearest ridge, he fol- 

 lowed that and searched the wind with 

 his nose. The smell of a mountain 

 hunter reached him. Not knowing just 

 what to do he sat down and did nothing. 

 The smell grew stronger, he heard 

 sounds of trampling; closer they came, 

 then the brush parted and a man 

 on horseback appeared. The horse 

 snorted and tried to wheel, but the 

 ridge was narrow and one false step 

 might have been serious. The cow- 

 boy held his horse in hand and, al- 

 though he had a gun, he made no at- 

 tempt to shoot at the surly animal 

 blinking at him and barring his path. 

 He was an old mountaineer, and he 

 now used a trick that had long been 

 practised by the Indians, from whom, 

 indeed, he learned it. He began " mak- 

 ing medicine with his voice." 



