two weeks' circuit, and although we 

 had seen many tracks they were all stale, 

 demonstrating in a rough way that if 

 we could linger for a week or two we 

 would be sure to catch some one of the 

 trackers on the return trip. 



This we could not do, as the expected 

 snow-storm was now threatening, and 

 we were still two days from the Divide. 

 To be snowed up there would be serious. 

 Before we could get packed up the snow 

 began, falling steadily and quietly as 

 though reserving its forces for later vio- 

 lence. We had been travelling about 

 an hour from where we broke camp, 

 when Nimrod beckoned me to join 

 him where he had halted with the 

 Horsewrangler a little off the line the 

 pack train was following. I rode up 

 quietly, thinking it might be game. 

 But no; Horsewrangler pointed to a 



