Good Hunting 



ridge crest to occupy their time while I 

 cantered off to one side. 



The prong-horns became uneasy as I 

 galloped off, and ran off the ridge crest in 

 a line nearly parallel to mine. They did 

 not go very fast, and I held Muley in, who 

 was all on fire at the sight of the game. 

 After crossing two or three spurs, the 

 antelope going at half speed, they found 

 I had come closer to them, and, turning, 

 they ran up one of the valleys between 

 two spurs. 



Now was my chance, and, wheeling at 

 right angles to my former course, I 

 galloped Muley as hard as I knew how up 

 the valley nearest and parallel to where 

 the antelope had gone. The good old 

 fellow ran like a quarter-horse, and when 

 we were almost at the main ridge crest 

 I leaped off, and ran ahead with my rifle 

 at the ready, crouching down as I came 

 to the sky-line? Usually on such oc- 



