Snap 
he would take no such orders, not even from 
me. His wound was looking bad, so I called 
him, held down the quirt, and jumped him to 
my saddle. 
“There,” I thought, “I ’ll keep you safe till 
we get home.” Yes, I thought; but I reck- 
oned not with Snap. The voice of Hilton, 
“Hu, hu,” announced that he had sighted a 
Wolf. Dander and Riley, his rival, both sprang 
to the point of observation, with the result that 
they collided and fell together, sprawling, in 
the sage. But Snap, gazing hard, had sighted 
the Wolf, not so very far off, and before I knew 
it, he leaped from the saddle and bounded 
zigzag, high, low, in and under the sage, straight 
for the enemy, leading the whole pack for a 
few minutes. Not far, of course. The great 
Greyhounds sighted the moving speck, and the 
usual procession strung out on the plain. It 
promised to be a fine hunt, for the Wolf had 
less than half a mile start and all the Dogs 
were fully interested. 
“They ’ve turned up Grizzly Gully,” cried 
Garvin. ‘This way, and we can head them 
off.” 
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