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the Post and Jones rode at the head of the cav- 

 alcade. His disciplined greyhounds kept near 

 him and jack rabbits could start up at their feet 

 or a band of antelopes gaze at them from within 

 easy rifle range without being noticed. 



About once a day there came from Jones a 

 wild call which I never succeeded in imitating 

 well enough to fool those hounds. Before the 

 cry could have reached the ears of the quarry 

 every greyhound had leaped in air and in a sec- 

 ond was bounding toward the band of antelopes 

 which Jones had in mind when he made the call. 

 Yet the dogs were scarcely quicker than the 

 ponies after the first chase had told them what 

 was meant by the cry. My own pony was 

 crazily eager for the fray and I think it would 

 have broken his heart to have been held back. 

 After the start the greyhounds settled down with 

 bellies close to the ground, with their long, slim 

 bodies sweeping like shadows across the prairie. 



Did we yell? 



When that cry was heard everybody yelled, 

 white men, Indians, squaws, papooses, and those 



