Then Blondey dislodged some loose 

 rock, and went sliding down the moun- 

 tain with it. There was not a thing I 

 could do, so I shut my eyes for an 

 instant. We brought up against a 

 boulder, fortunately, with no special 

 damage — except to my nerves. Not 

 being a man, I don't pretend to having 

 enjoyed that experience — and there, 

 not six feet away, was a ghostly figure 

 that I knew must be Nimrod. 



He did not greet me as a long lost, 

 for such I surely felt, but merely re- 

 marked in a whisper : 



" We are in a cloud cap. It is set- 

 tling down. The elk are over there. 

 Keep close to me." And he started along 

 the ridge. I felt it was so thoughtful of 

 him to give me this admonition. I would 

 much rather have been returned safely 

 to camp without further injury and be- 



