Snap 
Cub, hence his foolish choice of country ; sec- 
ond, Snap was wounded—the Wolf had given 
him a bad cut in the shoulder. 
As we rode in proud procession home, I saw 
he limped a little. ‘‘ Here,” I cried, “come 
up, Snap.” He tried once or twice to jump to 
the saddle, but could not. ‘Here, Hilton, lift 
him up to me.” | 
“Thanks; I ’Il let you handle your own 
rattlesnakes,” was the reply, for all knew now 
that it was not safe to meddle with his person. 
“ Here, Snap, take hold,” I said, and held my 
quirt to him. He seized it, and by that I lifted 
him to the front of my saddle and so carried 
him home. I cared for him as though he had 
beena baby. He had shown those Cattle-men 
how to fill the weak place in their pack; the 
Foxhounds may be good and the Greyhounds 
swift and the Russians and Danes fighters, but 
they are no use at all without the crowning 
moral force of grit, that none can supply so 
well asa Bull-terrier. On that day the Cattle- 
men learned how to manage the Wolf question, 
as you will find if ever you are at Mendoza; 
for every successful Wolf pack there has with 
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