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saw that time would prevent us from continuing, 

 so we decided to sound the horn for the dogs to 

 return. Presently they came limping back, one 

 and two at a time, footsore and weary, some with 

 ugly cuts and spots of absent hide which told 

 they had been in the thickest of the row. Old 

 Don, the largest and heaviest of the pack, also 

 the boss (especially at mealtimes), failed to ap- 

 pear. As we sat around the camp-fire that night 

 talking it all over, we pictured brave old Don 

 lying out there dead, where he had fought to the 

 end. The next morning I was awakened by a 

 loud "Hurray!" and, piling out of my bankets, 

 discovered Don wagging what was left of his 

 tail, for there was a piece minus, and his shoul- 

 der had been roughly handled. We nursed him 

 along and in less than a week he again accom- 

 panied us on our daily trips. 



For a week we hunted the country in the vicin- 

 ity of Trout Canon. We found no lion sign and 

 only ran on to one more bear, which the dogs 

 tried hard to hold up. As it was getting late, 

 night soon overtaking us, we had to hike back 

 to the camp in the dark once more, leaving old 

 Bruin at large. That night we held a consulta- 

 tion around the camp-fire and decided to send the 

 head guide back to Colonio Pacheco with one 



