ing without haste, he strode toward 

 the friendly hills, 



"Look out, now, Bill! Manuel! It's 

 up to you." 



Oh, noble horses, nervy men! oh, 

 grand old Grizzly, how I see you 

 now! Cattle-keepers and cattle-killer 

 face to face! 



Three riders of the range that 

 horse had never thrown were sailing, 

 swooping, like falcons; their lariats 

 swung, sang sang higher and 

 Monarch, much perplexed, but scarce- 

 ly angered yet, rose to his hind legs, 

 then from his towering height looked 

 down on horse and man. If, as they 

 say, the vanquished prowess goes 

 into the victor, then surely in that 

 mighty chest, those arms like necks 

 of bulls, was the power of the thou- 

 sand cattle he had downed in fight. 



"Caramba! what a Bear! Pedro 

 was not so far astray." 



