bushes, never taking eyes off that 

 swiftly sneaking form, that wove 

 back and forth. It paused where 

 the fawns had joined on and then 

 followed faster than before; soon it 

 was over the ridge. 



"Will he catch her?" I asked, 

 jumping up. 



"Not likely, but they do some- 

 times," was the answer as with one 

 accord we started to follow. It meant 

 a hard scramble to get over there and 

 we had not gone far when the doe 

 came running back over the ridge. 

 Evidently frightened by the lion, she 

 had hidden her young and was lead- 

 ing him away from them as well as 

 trying to save herself. 



Alas! she saw us now in full view, 

 and turned her course. She did not 

 know that we could be trusted. 

 She lost ground by it and I thought 

 I got one glimpse of a yellow pursuer 

 drawing near. Hurry as fast as we 

 could, it was nearly half an hour 

 before we got to the place where the 

 blacktail had turned and the lion 

 track showed, not on the trail, but 

 running alongside. We followed some 

 distance. It had been a successful 



