right?" I yells.

"Yes, yes!" cries Larry, "but for the love of God, get down here as
quick as you can."

I hopped off my hoss and scrambled down somehow.

"Hurt?" says I, as soon as I lit.

"Not a bit--look here."

There was a dead cow with the Lazy Y on her flank.

"And a bullet-hole in her forehead," adds Larry. "And, look here, that
T 0 calf was bald-faced, and so was this cow."

"Reckon we found our sleepers," says I.

So, there we was. Larry had to lead his cavallo down the barranca to
the main canon. I followed along on the rim, waitin' until a place
gave me a chance to get down, too, or Larry a chance to get up. We
were talkin' back and forth when, all at once, Larry shouted again.

"Big game this time," he yells. "Here's a cave and a mountain lion
squallin' in it."

I slid down to him at once, and we drew our six-shooters and went up to
the cave openin', right under the rim-rock. There, sure enough, were
fresh lion tracks, and we could hear a little faint cryin' like woman.

"First chance," claims Larry, and dropped to his hands and knees at the
entrance.

"Well, damn me!" he cries, and crawls in at once, payin' no attention
to me tellin' him to be more cautious. In a minute he backs out,
carryin' a three-year-old goat.

"We seem to be in for adventures to-day," says he. "Now, where do you
suppose that came from, and how did it get here?"

"Well," says I, "I've followed lion tracks where they've carried
yearlin's across their backs like a fox does a goose. They're tur'ble
strong."

"But where did she come from?" he wonders.

"As for that," says I, "don't you remember now that T 0 outfit had a
yearlin' kid when it came into the country?"

"That's right," says he. "It's only a mile down the canon. I'll take
it home. They must be most distracted about it."

So I scratched up to the top where my pony was waitin'. It was a
tur'ble hard climb, and I 'most had to have hooks on my eyebrows to get
up at all. It's easier to slide down than to climb back. I dropped my
gun out of my holster, and she went way to the bottom, but I wouldn't
have gone back for six guns. Larry picked it up for me.

So we went along, me on the rim-rock and around the barrancas, and
Larry in the bottom carryin' of the kid.

By and by we came to the ranch house, stopped to wait. The minute
Larry hove in sight everybody was out to once, and in two winks the
woman had that baby. They didn't see me at all, b