the track of a big Billy only to have 

 it apparently fall off the cliff; you 

 know a goat would rather walk on 

 the under side of a ledge any day. 



"Cap'n wanted to make a detour 

 of a half mile and come up under 

 the cliff. It sounds easy but it 

 would have taken us at least two 

 hours to do it and hard work at 

 every step, jumping from rock to 

 rock, crawling along narrow ledges 

 and dropping to the next below. 

 A slip may mean a broken leg or 

 worse; it's no place for clumsy, two- 

 legged creatures, and I was so 

 tired, even then in the middle of 

 the afternoon, that nothing but pride 

 kept me from dropping in my tracks. 

 Cap'n was done up too, I know, 

 because whenever I called a halt 

 for a few minutes to get wind he 

 sat down never knew him to do that 

 before when on the trail. I believe 

 he is like a horse, can go to sleep 

 standing, and once he slipped out 

 of his pack. 



"Well, chance favoured us. We 

 had not dragged ourselves along the 

 ridge two hundred yards when I 

 spied another track and we both 



