the last of the plainsmen-第13节
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hen the lion tracks showed plainly in the sand。 For five miles or more Sounder led us up the ravine； which began to contract and grow steep。 The dry stream bed got to be full of thickets of branchless saplings； about the poplartall； straight； size of a man's arm； and growing so close we had to press them aside to let our horses through。
Presently Sounder slowed up and appeared at fault。 We found him puzzling over an open； grassy patch； and after nosing it for a little while； he began skirting the edge。
〃Cute dog！〃 declared Jones。 〃That Sounder will make a lion chaser。 Our game has gone up here somewhere。〃
Sure enough； Sounder directly gave tongue from the side of the ravine。 It was climb for us now。 Broken shale； rocks of all dimensions； pinyons down and pinyons up made ascending no easy problem。 We had to dismount and lead the horses； thus losing ground。 Jones forged ahead and reached the top of the ravine first。 When Wallace and I got up； breathing heavily； Jones and the hounds were out of sight。 But Sounder kept voicing his clear call； giving us our direction。 Off we flew； over ground that was still rough； but enjoyable going compared to the ravine slopes。 The ridge was sparsely covered with cedar and pinyon； through which； far ahead； we pretty soon spied Jones。 Wallace signaled； and our leader answered twice。 We caught up with him on the brink of another ravine deeper and craggier than the first； full of dead； gnarled pinyon and splintered rocks。
〃This gulch is the largest of the three that head in at Oak Spring；〃 said Jones。 〃Boys； don't forget your direction。 Always keep a feeling where camp is； always sense it every time you turn。 The dogs have gone down。 That lion is in here somewhere。 Maybe he lives down in the high cliffs near the spring and came up here last night for a kill he's buried somewhere。 Lions never travel far。 Hark！ Hark！ There's Sounder and the rest of them！ They've got the scent； they've all got it！ Down； boys； down； and ride！〃
With that he crashed into the cedar in a way that showed me how impervious he was to slashing branches； sharp as thorns； and steep descent and peril。
Wallace's big sorrel plunged after him and the rolling stones cracked。 Suffering as I was by this time； with cramp in my legs； and torturing pain； I had to choose between holding my horse in or falling off； so I chose the former and accordingly got behind。
Dead cedar and pinyon trees lay everywhere； with their contorted limbs reaching out like the arms of a devil…fish。 Stones blocked every opening。 Making the bottom of the ravine after what seemed an interminable time； I found the tracks of Jones and Wallace。 A long 〃Waa…hoo！〃 drew me on； then the mellow bay of a hound floated up the ravine。 Satan made up time in the sandy stream bed； but kept me busily dodging overhanging branches。 I became aware； after a succession of efforts to keep from being strung on pinyons； that the sand before me was clean and trackless。 Hauling Satan up sharply； I waited irresolutely and listened。 Then from high up the ravine side wafted down a medley of yelps and barks。
〃Waa…hoo； waa…hoo！〃 ringing down the slope； pealed against the cliff behind me； and sent the wild echoes flying。 Satan； of his own accord； headed up the incline。 Surprised at this； I gave him free rein。 How he did climb！ Not long did it take me to discover that he picked out easier going than I had。 Once I saw Jones crossing a ledge far above me； and I yelled our signal cry。 The answer returned clear and sharp； then its echo cracked under the hollow cliff； and crossing and recrossing the ravine； it died at last far away； like the muffled peal of a bell…buoy。 Again I heard the blended yelping of the hounds； and closer at hand。 I saw a long； low cliff above； and decided that the hounds were running at the base of it。 Another chorus of yelps； quicker； wilder than the others； drew a yell from me。 Instinctively I knew the dogs had jumped game of some kind。 Satan knew it as well as I； for he quickened his pace and sent the stones clattering behind him。
I gained the base of the yellow cliff； but found no tracks in the dust of ages that had crumbled in its shadow； nor did I hear the dogs。 Considering how close they had seemed； this was strange。 I halted and listened。 Silence reigned supreme。 The ragged cracks in the cliff walls could have harbored many a watching lion； and I cast an apprehensive glance into their dark confines。 Then I turned my horse to get round the cliff and over the ridge。 When I again stopped； all I could hear was the thumping of my heart and the labored panting of Satan。 I came to a break in the cliff； a steep place of weathered rock； and I put Satan to it。 He went up with a will。 From the narrow saddle of the ridge…crest I tried to take my bearings。 Below me slanted the green of pinyon； with the bleached treetops standing like spears； and uprising yellow stones。 Fancying I heard a gunshot； I leaned a straining ear against the soft breeze。 The proof came presently in the unmistakable report of Jones's blunderbuss。 It was repeated almost instantly； giving reality to the direction； which was down the slope of what I concluded must be the third ravine。 Wondering what was the meaning of the shots； and chagrined because I was out of the race； but calmer in mind； I let Satan stand。
Hardly a moment elapsed before a sharp bark tingled in my ears。 It belonged to old Moze。 Soon I distinguished a rattling of stones and the sharp； metallic clicks of hoofs striking rocks。 Then into a space below me loped a beautiful deer； so large that at first I took it for an elk。 Another sharp bark； nearer this time； told the tale of Moze's dereliction。 In a few moments he came in sight； running with his tongue out and his head high。
〃Hyah； you old gladiator！ hyah！ hyah！〃 I yelled and yelled again。 Moze passed over the saddle on the trail of the deer； and his short bark floated back to remind me how far he was from a lion dog。
Then I divined the meaning of the shotgun reports。 The hounds had crossed a fresher trail than that of the lion； and our leader had discovered it。 Despite a keen appreciation of Jones's task； I gave way to amusement； and repeated Wallace's paradoxical formula： 〃Pet the lions and shoot the hounds。〃
So I headed down the ravine； looking for a blunt； bold crag； which I had descried from camp。 I found it before long； and profiting by past failures to judge of distance； gave my first impression a great stretch； and then decided that I was more than two miles from Oak。
Long after two miles had been covered； and I had begun to associate Jim's biscuits with a certain soft seat near a ruddy fire； I was apparently still the same distance from my landmark crag。 Suddenly a slight noise brought me to a halt。 I listened intently。 Only an indistinct rattling of small rocks disturbed the impressive stillness。 It might have been the weathering that goes on constantly； and it might have been an animal。 I inclined to the former idea till I saw Satan's ears go up。 Jones had told me to watch the ears of my horse； and short as had been my acquaintance with Satan； I had learned that he always discovered things more quickly than I。 So I waited patiently。
From time to time a rattling roll of pebbles； almost musical； caught my ear。 It came from the base of the wall of yellow cliff that barred the summit of all those ridges。 Satan threw up his head and nosed the breeze。 The delicate； almost stealthy sounds； the action of my horse； the waiting drove my heart to extra work。 The breeze quickened and fanned my cheek； and borne upon it came the faint and far…away bay of a hound。 It came again and again； each time nearer。 Then on a stronger puff of wind rang the clear； deep； mellow call that had given Sounder his beautiful name。 Never it seemed had I heard music so blood…stirring。 Sounder was on the trail of something； and he had it headed my way。 Satan heard； shot up his long ears； and tried to go ahead； but I restrained and soothed him into quiet。
Long moments I sat there； with the poignant consciousness of the wildness of the scene； of the significant rattling of the stones and of the bell…tongued hound baying incessantly； sending warm joy through my veins； the absorption in sensations new； yielding only to the hunting instinct when Satan snorted and quivered。 Again the deep…toned bay rang into the silence with its stirring thrill of life。 And a sharp ； rattling of stones just above brought another snort from Satan。
Across an open space in the pinyons a gray form flashed。 I leaped off Satan and knelt to get a better view under the trees。 I soon made out another deer passing along the base of the cliff。 Mounting again； I rode up to the cliff to wait for Sounder。
A long time I had to wait for the hound。 It proved that the atmosphere was as deceiving in regard to sound as to sight。 Finally Sounder came running along the wall。 I got off to intercept him。 The crazy fellowhe had never responded to my overtures of friendshiputtered short； sharp yelps of delight； and actually leaped into my arms。 But I could not hold him。 He darted upon the trail again and paid no heed to my angry shouts。 With a resolve to overhaul him； I jumped on Satan and whirled after the hound。
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