T was a week later when 

 I did something which 

 those old guides could 

 understand and appre- 

 ciate — I made a dead 

 shot. I committed a 

 murder, and from that time, the brother- 

 hood of pards was open to us, had we 

 cared to join. It was all because I 

 killed an' antelope. 



Nimrod and I started out that morn- 

 ing with the understanding that, if we 

 saw antelope, I was to have a chance. 



In about six miles, Nimrod spied two 

 white specks moving along the rocky 



