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the sounds, and once more silence settled 
down over the valley. Still I stuck to my 
hole—safety first for me. My bones ached 
like teeth—the only moves I could make 
were to wink and wiggle my toes. The 
red ants continued to play tag over my 
face every now and then. After the shock 
I had received by being shot at for a 
murderer I began to get mad. I took all 
m3 - self control to keep from following 
those two reward hunters and kickin’ their 
pants up between their shoulder-blades. 
I don’t know how long I remained inside 
of that log—perhaps two hours, perhaps 
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Author. 
Sometimes good listening is as great an 
art as joining in a conversation. 
four—it seemed a month. At length I 
worked myself out quietly, inch by inch. 
Dusk was falling over Lost River Valley 
and I was four miles from camp. It was 
five minutes before .1 could stand on my 
pins and longer before I could walk. 
As I started down river in the gathering 
gloom every nerve was strung up to break¬ 
ing tension. Unless you’ve been shot at for 
a murderer who has $500 on his head you 
probably wont appreciate how I felt. Every 
stump was a man behind a gun—every 
little woodmouse that stirred on the back- 
trail was a blood-thirsty lumber-jack dog¬ 
ging my steps. Once I stepped on a dry 
stick that snapped sharply—and I thought 
of course I was shot! I went into the air 
about five feet—my bristling hair pushed 
my hat off and it took me several minutes 
All the way back to camp in the darkness 
my nerves responded to every sound. 
to find it in the dark. After a long weary 
blunder through the brush I glimpsed the 
welcome light in Rube’s shack and it sure 
did look good to me. With hurrying'steps 
I was soon at the door and stepped inside. 
Rube and Larry sat before the fire and 
with them sat two strangers whom I had 
never seen—big, husky guys they were, too. 
“What kept you so late, Newt?” says Lar¬ 
ry; “Rube and I were just gonna fire a 
signal—was >’OU lost?” “Lost, nothin’,” 
says I ; “naw, I wasn’t lost. I went up 
river quite a ways and I took my' 
time cornin’ back, that’s all.” “Git a shot 
