brush, each one for himself, seeming 
to understand that it was a competition 
and that, if he would first gain scent, 
he must be upon his mettle. 
E could hear them swinging 
through the brush, first this side 
of the trail, then the other, now near, 
now far away. Now and then one of 
the dogs would give tongue to a few 
crisp yaps, that indicated rabbit sign 
or just the plain exuberance of youth- 
ful doghood, but nothing in the way 
of a real cat sign was found in the first 
mile. 
However, we had ridden scarcely a 
mile and a half when, happening to 
glance back, I saw a dark form dart 
across the trail and lose itself in a dense 
tangle of brush and cactus. O’Neill 
had seen it, too, and in an instant I 
was thrilled by the merry notes of his 
hunting horn. The dogs answered and 
from both sides of the trail back they 
came, barking and baying joyously. We 
turned our horses about and rode to- 
wards what we knew was a red-hot 
trail and the beginning of the night’s 
adventure. 
Queen came in first with wagging tail 
but seemed to prefer our company and 
trotted along behind; next, Sibbey, a 
highly keyed-up bundle of nerves 
flashed past with a knowing look and 
over-ran the trail, but stopped, all tense, 
head up, when out boomed the deep- 
throated bay of Tom, wise old Tom, 
who, at the sound of the horn, had 
circled us and cut the trail about fifty 
yards away. 
HEY’RE off and the pack is running 
full tilt, full cry in the chase, mak- 
ing the thicket resound with their 
merry baying. O’Neill and I exchange 
glances of utter satisfaction and 
light our cigarettes, each too deep in 
his own enjoyment of the pack music 
to say a word that might break that 
magic sound picture. Then as the 
sound dies away in the distance we 
smile and turn our horses’ heads in 
the direction from which it last came, 
well knowing that our hunt is now on 
in earnest. 
As I ride toward the dogs, I can pic- 
ture their sturdy muscles rippling back 
and forth ’neath a satin coat, smooth 
and even like a well oiled machine 
which knows no fatigue. I can picture 
them, full speed, running through the 
undergrowth with that easy, supple 
gracefulness common to all hounds, 
one instant with their legs all bunched, 
the next, extended in that rhythmic, 
tireless, ground-devouring lope which 
can have but one culmination, a speedily 
treed cat. 
A® the chase lengthens out to fifteen 
minutes of musical baying, now 
near, now far away, Bob gets ambi- 
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Remington Model 25 
Rifles 
The Model 25 is also 
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HE all-round rifle is here at last in the 
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