OH, SHOOT! 



Accordingly, we tied our horses and de- 

 scended. We found the water and con- 

 sumed most of it then Ambrose led the pack 

 down the gulch on a fruitless quest. He 

 returned with the regretful announcement 

 that all bets were off and we'd better go home. 



Up we climbed and remounted our horses. 

 But, although the young dogs were delighted 

 to call this a day's work, Pot refused to leave. 

 Ambrose called him, but the old fellow was 

 once more meandering from shade to shade, 

 occasionally giving voice to his announcement 

 that the king had passed this way. We 

 waited. Eventually the rest of the pack rose 

 stiffly and followed him, but with expressions 

 of resignation which made it plain that they 

 considered Pot a stubborn old fool who had 

 to be humored. 



Ambrose held his sombrero to his ear. 

 There came a faint soprano yelp from Fanny, 

 then a doubtful boom from Governor; later, 

 we heard a distant commotion under the rim. 

 Ambrose replaced his hat. 



"Come on, boys," said he; "they've treed 

 him!" 



Away we galloped, and when we dis- 

 mounted, a few moments later, a blood-stir- 



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