him to such effort that the keg was 

 smashed to bits and his blinders re- 

 moved. 



Thus the idea was slowly borne in 

 on him: going near a man-den is sureto 

 bring trouble. Thenceforth he sought 

 his prey in the woods or on the plains. 

 He one day found the man scent that 

 enraged him the day he lost his " Silver- 

 brown." He took the trail, and pass- 

 ing in silence incredible for such a 

 bulk, he threaded chaparral and man- 

 zanita on and down through tule-beds 

 till the level plain was reached. The 

 scent led on, was fresher now. Far out 

 were white specks moving things. 

 They meant nothing to Gringo, for 

 he had never smelt wild geese, had 

 scarcely seen them, but the trail he 

 was hunting went on. He swiftly fol- 

 lowed till the tule ahead rustled gently, 

 and the scent was body scent A pon- 



