done up too. In this cheerful state 

 we started the day's hunt. I did 

 not care if I never saw a goat. In 

 fact, I preferred not to see one. I 

 hated the thought of it, but still 

 since I was up in that rocky in- 

 ferno to get a goat, I knew I 

 had better finish up the business as 

 I never wanted to do it again. So 

 we staggered along to a little draw 

 where we hoped to find water. On 

 a spur in plain view was a big 

 Billy. Cap'n said he was as big 

 a one as he had ever seen, or that's 

 what he meant. I believe what he 

 said was a 'Whanger.' 



"It was half a mile, but I did not 

 see how I was ever going to reach 

 him, so I wanted to try a shot any- 

 way. But Cap'n wouldn't have it. 



"You know how the mountains 

 weather, there is the main ridge with 

 smaller spurs shooting from it and 

 a draw or gully between each spur. 

 Well, this chap was on the second 

 spur from us, at least two hours' 

 work to get within gun range, pro- 

 viding he would stay there. Dog- 

 gedly I followed Cap'n over the 

 rocks and around the boulders and 



