a trace of the foe. He was gone had 

 swung across a place no Bear could 

 cross and soon was a mile away. The 

 big Bear limped back to his mate, but 

 she no longer responded to his touch. 

 He watched about for a time, but no 

 one came. The silvery hide was never 

 touched by man, and when the sem- 

 blance of his mate was gone, Gringo 

 quit the place. 



The world was full of hunters, traps, 

 and guns. He turned toward the lower 

 hills where the sheep grazed, where 

 once he had raided Pedro's flocks, 

 limping along, for now he had another 

 flesh-wound. He found the scent of 

 the foe that killed his " Silver-brown," 

 and would have followed, but it ceased 

 at a place where a horse-track joined. 

 Yet he found it again that night, mixed 

 with the sheep smell so familiar once. 

 He followed this, sore and savage. It 



