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morrow. It was dark when we reached camp and 

 we were quite tired and hungry, so we did not 

 linger long around the camp fire that evening. 

 Before retiring we succeeded in making our 

 mozo understand he must make the fire very 

 early in the morning, in fact, somewhere around 

 the middle of the night. After rolling five or six 

 cigarettes he finally exclaimed "Bueno! 11 (good), 

 and after a few more cigarettes he remarked 

 "Muy Bueno!" (very good) . Whenever he ven- 

 tured the latter w r e knew there was going to be no 

 doubt about the matter in point. 



At that stark hour when night pales to day we 

 filed on down the trail like grim specters of the 

 night. We rode our best mounts with the pack 

 following at heel. As we drew up to the scene 

 of the previous evening Hi started Jack off on 

 a trail, and as he topped the ridge his long, deep- 

 chested baying echoed and re-echoed through the 

 canon. The rest of the pack backing him up 

 were now in on the chase and the hunt was on! 

 We dug in our spurs and took the ridge on the 

 run, zig-zagged down the opposite side, then up a 

 long swale that led up and out of the canon. It 

 was a long, rough, up-grade run, and we knew 

 now that the pack had jumped the cougar in the 

 swale and were hot on his trail. We swung out 



