inary
weapon. He had chosen it from among half a dozen, as the very thing with
which to do something uncommon, and now it had proved its value. He
almost felt an affection for that lance.

One-eye had lain down close to the dead body of the cougar, as if
watching him for any returning signs of life. If that great cat had
quivered, there was a dog ready to shake the quiver out of him.

"It's all good meat," said Two Arrows, "but what shall I do with it?"

There was but one answer to that question. He took off the skins of both
animals, cut them up as well as he could, carried all the meat he did
not need at once to a cool place among the rocks, piled stones over it
and left it. He had no ice-house, and that was the best he could do, but
he made a fire and ate plentifully of antelope venison, and of what the
Western men call "painter meat." It was hard for him to say which he
liked the best. Then he took a bit of charcoal and made his mark upon
the rocks where he buried his game. He was immensely proud of his right
to do that. He scored two very large and distinct arrows, heaped on some
more heavy stones, shouted to One-eye, and again pushed forward. His
exploring trip was already brimming full of glory and adventure, and he
was ready to fight all the cougars in the mountains. So was One-eye, for
he had had one of the biggest dinners he had ever eaten, and not another
dog on hand to dispute it with him. He seemed to be possessed with an
idea that that place must have more antelopes and mountain-cats in it,
and that he was likely to find some of them behind rocks. He was
doubtless right on the main point, but not a stone of the many he
smelled under turned him out a cougar or a big-horn. Hunting was over
for that day, and so much time had been consumed that Two Arrows felt
like running to make it up. He did but walk, however, and as the road
was now all the way downhill, like a bad man's life, he walked easily.
The great gorge widened until its broken walls stretched away to the
right and left, and the eager-hearted explorer came out from among the
scattered rocks at a point from which he could suddenly see a great
deal. Away beyond and below him spread such a scene as he could hardly
have hoped for, and yet which can be found in hundreds of places all
over the mountain country of the American continent. Just such scenes
are to be found among the Alps, the Andes, the Himalayas, and every
other similar group of rocky uphe