Billy, the Dog That Made Good 
Grizzly, had reappeared in the Arrow-bell Cattle 
Range, and was up to his old tricks, destroying live 
on 
stock in a perfect mania for destruction. There ol a 
was a big reward offered for the destruction of ‘ o¥ : 
Reelfoot, several times that held out for an ordinary Wek { : 
Bear. Besides, there was really a measure of glory wee 7 Nf 
attached to it, for every hunter in the country for ey eu ag *e) 
several years back had tried to run Reelfoot = em ® 
down, and tried in vain. Coan 
Bob Yancy was ablaze with hunter’s fire when 
he heard the news. His only dread was that some 
rival might forestall him. It was a spirited pro- 
cession that left the Yancy Claim that morning, 
headed for the Arrow-bell Ranch; the motley 
pack straggling along or forging ahead till ordered 
back in line by the huntsman. There was the 
venerable Thunder staidly trotting by the heels 
of his old friend Midnight, Yancy’s coal-black 
mare; and just before was the Terrible Turk with 
his red-rimmed eyes upturned at times to measure 
his nearness to the powerful black mare’s hoofs. 
Big Ben was fast by Croaker, of course, and the 
usual social lines of the pack were all well drawn. 
Next was a packhorse laden with a huge steel 
Bear trap on each side, then followed packhorses 
with the camping outfit and other hunters, the 
cook, and the writer of this story. 
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