the last of the plainsmen-第30节
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Frank soon appeared； brushing through the bending oaks； and Sounder trotted along behind him。
〃Where's Moze？〃 inquired Jones。
〃The last I heard of Moze he was out of the brush； goin' across the pinyon flat； right for the canyon。 He had a hot trail。〃
〃Well； we're certain of one thing； if it was a deer； he won't come back soon； and if it was a lion； he'll tree it； lose the scent； and come back。 We've got to show the hounds a lion in a tree。 They'd run a hot trail； bump into a tree； and then be at fault。 What was wrong with Sounder？〃
〃I don't know。 He came back to me。〃
〃We can't trust him； or any of them yet。 Still； maybe they're doing better than we know。〃
The outcome of the chase； so favorably started was a disappointment； which we all felt keenly。 After some discussion； we turned south； intending to ride down to the rim wall and follow it back to camp。 I happened to turn once； perhaps to look again at the far…distant pink cliffs of Utah； or the wave…like dome of Trumbull Mountain； when I saw Moze trailing close behind me。 My yell halted the Colonel。
〃Well； I'll be darned！〃 ejaculated he； as Moze hove in sight。 〃Come hyar； you rascal！〃
He was a tired dog； but had no sheepish air about him； such as he had worn when lagging in from deer chases。 He wagged his tail； and flopped down to pant and pant； as if to say： 〃What's wrong with you guys？〃
〃Boys； for two cents I'd go back and put Jude on that trail。 It's just possible that Moze treed a lion。 Butwell； I expect there's more likelihood of his chasing the lion over the rim； so we may as well keep on。 The strange thing is that Sounder wasn't with Moze。 There may have been two lions。 You see we are up a tree ourselves。 I have known lions to run in pairs； and also a mother keep four two…year…olds with her。 But such cases are rare。 Here； in this country； though； maybe they run round and have parties。〃
As we left the breaks behind we got out upon a level pinyon flat。 A few cedars grew with the pinyons。 Deer runways and trails were thick。
〃Boys； look at that；〃 said Jones。 〃This is great lion country； the best I ever saw。〃
He pointed to the sunken； red； shapeless remain of two horses； and near them a ghastly scattering of bleached bones。 〃A lion…lair right here on the flat。 Those two horses were killed early this spring； and I see no signs of their carcasses having been covered with brush and dirt。 I've got to learn lion lore over again； that's certain。〃
As we paused at the head of a depression； which appeared to be a gap in the rim wall； filled with massed pinyons and splintered piles of yellow stone； caught Sounder going through some interesting moves。 He stopped to smell a bush。 Then he lifted his head； and electrified me with a great； deep sounding bay。
〃Hi！ there； listen to that！〃 yelled Jones 〃What's Sounder got？ Give him roomdon't run him down。 Easy now； old dog； easy； easy！〃
Sounder suddenly broke down a trail。 Moze howled； Don barked； and Tige let out his staccato yelp。 They ran through the brush here； there； every where。 Then all at once old Jude chimed in with her mellow voice； and Jones tumbled off his horse。
〃By the Lord Harry！ There's something here。〃
〃Here； Colonel； here's the bush Sounder smelt and there's a sandy trail under it；〃 I called。
〃There go Don an' Tige down into the break' cried Frank。 〃They've got a hot scent！〃
Jones stooped over the place I designated； to jerk up with reddening face； and as he flung himself into the saddle roared out： 〃After Sounder！ Old Tom！ Old Tom！ Old Tom！〃
We all heard Sounder； and at the moment of Jones's discovery； Moze got the scent and plunged ahead of us。
〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 yelled the Colonel。 Frank sent Spot forward like a white streak。 Sounder called to us in irresistible bays； which Moze answered； and then crippled Jude bayed in baffled impotent distress。
The atmosphere was charged with that lion。 As if by magic； the excitation communicated itself to all； and men； horses and dogs acted in accord。 The ride through the forest had been a jaunt。 This was a steeplechase； a mad； heedless； perilous； glorious race。 And we had for a pacemaker a cowboy mounted on a tireless mustang。
Always it seemed to me； while the wind rushed； the brush whipped； I saw Frank far ahead； sitting his saddle as if glued there； holding his reins loosely forward。 To see him ride so was a beautiful sight。 Jones let out his Comanche yell at every dozen jumps and Wallace sent back a thrilling 〃Waa…hoo…o！〃 In the excitement I had again checked my horse； and when Jones remembered； and loosed the bridle； how the noble animal responded！ The pace he settled into dazed me； I could hardly distinguish the deer trail down which he was thundering。 I lost my comrades ahead； the pinyons blurred in my sight； I only faintly heard the hounds。 It occurred to me we were making for the breaks； but I did not think of checking Satan。 I thought only of flying on faster and faster。
〃On！ On！ old fellow！ Stretch out！ Never lose this race！ We've got to be there at the finish！〃 I called to Satan； and he seemed to understand and stretched lower； farther； quicker。
The brush pounded my legs and clutched and tore my clothes； the wind whistled； the pinyon branches cut and whipped my face。 Once I dodged to the left； as Satan swerved to the right； with the result that I flew out of the saddle； and crashed into a pinyon tree； which marvelously brushed me back into the saddle。 The wild yells and deep bays sounded nearer。 Satan tripped and plunged down； throwing me as gracefully as an aerial tumbler wings his flight。 I alighted in a bush； without feeling of scratch or pain。 As Satan recovered and ran past； I did not seek to make him stop； but getting a good grip on the pommel； I vaulted up again。 Once more he raced like a wild mustang。 And from nearer and nearer in front pealed the alluring sounds of the chase。
Satan was creeping close to Wallace and Jones； with Frank looming white through the occasional pinyons。 Then all dropped out of sight； to appear again suddenly。 They had reached the first break。 Soon I was upon it。 Two deer ran out of the ravine； almost brushing my horse in the haste。 Satan went down and up in a few giant strides。 Only the narrow ridge separated us from another break。 It was up and down then for Satan； a work to which he manfully set himself。 Occasionally I saw Wallace and Jones； but heard them oftener。 All the time the breaks grew deeper； till finally Satan had to zigzag his way down and up。 Discouragement fastened on me； when from the summit of the next ridge I saw Frank far down the break； with Jones and Wallace not a quarter of a mile away from him。 I sent out a long； exultant yell as Satan crashed into the hard； dry wash in the bottom of the break。
I knew from the way he quickened under me that he intended to overhaul somebody。 Perhaps because of the clear going； or because my frenzy had cooled to a thrilling excitement which permitted detail； I saw clearly and distinctly the speeding horsemen down the ravine。 I picked out the smooth pieces of ground ahead； and with the slightest touch of the rein on his neck； guided Satan into them。 How he ran！ The light； quick beats of his hoofs were regular； pounding。 Seeing Jones and Wallace sail high into the air； I knew they had jumped a ditch。 Thus prepared； I managed to stick on when it yawned before me； and Satan； never slackening； leaped up and up； giving me a new swing。
Dust began to settle in little clouds before me； Frank； far ahead； had turned his mustang up the side of the break； Wallace； within hailing distance； now turned to wave me a hand。 The rushing wind fairly sang in my ears； the walls of the break were confused blurs of yellow and green； at every stride Satan seemed to swallow a rod of the white trail。
Jones began to scale the ravine； heading up obliquely far on the side of where Frank had vanished； and as Wallace followed suit； I turned Satan。 I caught Wallace at the summit； and we raced together out upon another flat of pinyon。 We heard Frank and Jones yelling in a way that caused us to spur our horses frantically。 Spot； gleaming white near a clump of green pinyons； was our guiding star。 That last quarter of a mile was a ringing run； a ride to remember。
As our mounts crashed back with stiff forelegs and haunches； Wallace and I leaped off and darted into the clump of pinyons； whence issued a hair…raising medley of yells and barks。 I saw Jones； then Frank； both waving their arms； then Moze and Sounder running wildly； airlessly about。
〃Look there！〃 rang in my ear； and Jones smashed me on the back with a blow； which at any ordinary time would have laid me flat。
In a low； stubby pinyon tree； scarce twenty feet from us； was a tawny form。 An enormous mountain lion； as large as an African lioness； stood planted with huge； round legs on two branches； and he faced us gloomily； neither frightened nor fierce。 He watched the running dogs with pale； yellow eyes； waved his massive head and switched a long； black tufted tail。
〃It's Old Tom！ sure as you're born！ It's Old Tom！〃 yelled Jones。 〃There's no two lions like that in one country。 Hold still now。 Jude is here； and she'll see him； she'll show him to the other hounds。 Hold still！〃
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