across the valley. We sat on our horses 

 motionless, looking at the peaceful and 

 majestic scene, when out from the shad- 

 ows on the sandy flats far below us 

 came a dark shadow, and then leisurely 

 another and another. They were elk, 

 two bulls and a doe, grazing placidly in 

 a little meadow surrounded by trees. 



We kept as still as statues. 



Nimrod said. " There is your chance." 



" Yes," I echoed, " here is my 

 chance." 



We waited until they passed into the 

 trees again. Then we dismounted. 

 Nimrod handed me the rifle, saying : 



" There are seven shots in it. I will 

 stay behind with the horses." 



I took the gun without a word and 

 crept down the mountain side, keeping 

 under cover as much as possible. The 

 sunset quiet surrounded me ; the deadly 



