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him if my guide had been there. He said he had, at about 

 the same time the morning before, and tried hard to get 

 him to go with him, which he did as far as the mouth of 

 the canon where we had killed the seven Peccaries. He had 

 got two on his burro, and came back, but Frank had gone 

 on up the same canon, saying he was going to kill a Lion 

 himself. 



The Yaqui said he told him not to go, but it did no good. 

 Then I knew something had happened him; so I followed 

 up the canon until I came to where the small canon turned 

 off. I followed that, and came out where we had been' two 

 days before. I rode directly to the rock I had shot the Mount- 

 ain Lion from, hitched my horse, and climbed up on the 

 rock. After looking in every direction, I saw a higher point 

 nearly a mile away. I went to that, making my way 

 through the underbrush as best I could, and had got near 

 the point when my horse suddenly raised his head and 

 whinnied. Looking straight ahead, and beyond the rocks, 

 I saw Frank' s horse tied to a small scrub-cedar. Riding to 

 him, I looked in every direction for Frank; then I called, 

 but no answer. I went to the rocks, and going on the 

 highest one, commenced looking with my field-glass. At' 

 last I took the glass down, and was getting down from the 

 rocks when I saw the Long Tom lying near, on the ground. 

 I crawled down, and saw that the ground was all torn up 

 around there, with blood-marks and hundreds of tracks 

 made by the Peccaries; and looking further, I found small 

 pieces of clothing, and one of Frank's revolvers. I also 

 noticed tracks of the Lion. Then I went back on the rocks, 

 examined closely, and found tracks of Peccaries on the 

 rocks. By this time my hair was standing nearly straight. 

 I got down, picked up the revolver and rifle, got on my 

 horse, untied the other one, and started back. It seemed 

 lonesome up there, and I got back to the Indian's ranch as 

 soon as possible. When I told him what I had seen, he 

 seemed to think the Peccaries had done the work; but I 

 shall always believe it was the Lion. My opinion is that he 

 had hitched his horse and gone on the rocks to look for 



