Krag:, the Kootenay Ram 



and he set out to make them his. But the Big- 

 horn of his early days were fools to these, and 

 month after month passed without his ever 

 getting a nearer view of the great Ram. The 

 Ram had more than once seen him at short 

 range, but Scotty never knew it. 



Several times, through the glass, he marked 

 old Krag from afar on a bench ; then, after a 

 labor of hours, stalked round to the place only 

 to find him gone. Sometimes he really was 

 gone, but on more than one occasion the Ram 

 was close at hand and hidden, watching his foe. 



Then came a visitor to Scotty's shanty— a 

 cattle-man named Lee, a sportsman by instinct, 

 and a lover of Dogs and Horses. His Horses 

 were of little use in mountain hunting, but his 

 Wolf-hounds, three beautiful Russian Borzois, 

 were his constant companions, and he sug- 

 gested to Scotty that it would be a good plan 

 to try the Dogs on the Bighorn. 



Scotty grinned. " Guess you're from the 

 plains, pard. Wait till you see the kind of 

 place whar ole Krag hangs around." 



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