the rocks we had dislodged. Hugging 

 a friendly tree I decided again I had 

 enough of goat. About the lion I 

 would not even think. Evidently 

 the Angel of the Wild Things was 

 having a busy day. The competi- 

 tion was too great. Lusk had picked 

 himself up and was scanning the 

 country with a glass. 



"Goat" he said, handing me the 

 glasses and motioning upward. I 

 could have thrown them at him, 

 but, of course, looked, and there 

 was that old goat strolling around 

 the other side of the spur. I picked 

 up my gun. Climb that mountain 

 I would not. It was over two hun- 

 dred yards in a straight line, but I 

 would have a shot at least. Without 

 moving, one leg gripped around a 

 sapling, I took free-hand aim and 

 fired. The creature jumped and lay 

 down. It was no use trying again, 

 couldn't see him. Cap'n started up 

 the base of the next spur which was 

 quite close. I let him go alone, not 

 even then would I follow. In about 

 half an hour I saw him waving his 

 arms wildly for me to come. Having 

 gotten my wind, I lashed my flicker- 



