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〃I've been thinkin'；〃 replied the foreman。 〃You sure will need good mounts。 Now it happens that a friend of mine is just at this time at House Rock Valley； an outlyin' post of one of the big Utah ranches。 He is gettin' in the horses off the range； an' he has some crackin' good ones。 Let's ooze over thereit's only thirty milesan' get some horses from him。〃
We were all eager to act upon Frank's suggestion。 So plans were made for three of us to ride over and select our mounts。 Frank and Jim would follow with the pack train； and if all went well； on the following evening we would camp under the shadow of Buckskin。
Early next morning we were on our way。 I tried to find a soft place on Old Baldy； one of Frank's pack horses。 He was a horse that would not have raised up at the trumpet of doom。 Nothing under the sun； Frank said； bothered Old Baldy but the operation of shoeing。 We made the distance to the outpost by noon； and found Frank's friend a genial and obliging cowboy； who said we could have all the horses we wanted。
While Jones and Wallace strutted round the big corral； which was full of vicious； dusty； shaggy horses and mustangs； I sat high on the fence。 I heard them talking about points and girth and stride； and a lot of terms that I could not understand。 Wallace selected a heavy sorrel； and Jones a big bay； very like Jim's。 I had observed； way over in the corner of the corral； a bunch of cayuses； and among them a clean…limbed black horse。 Edging round on the fence I got a closer view； and then cried out that I had found my horse。 I jumped down and caught him； much to my surprise； for the other horses were wild； and had kicked viciously。 The black was beautifully built； wide…chested and powerful； but not heavy。 His coat glistened like sheeny black satin； and he had a white face and white feet and a long mane。
〃I don't know about giving you Satanthat's his name；〃 said the cowboy。 〃The foreman rides him often。 He's the fastest； the best climber； and the best dispositioned horse on the range。
〃But I guess I can let you have him；〃 he continued； when he saw my disappointed face。
〃By George！〃 exclaimed Jones。 〃You've got it on us this time。〃
〃Would you like to trade？〃 asked Wallace； as his sorrel tried to bite him。 〃That black looks sort of fierce。〃
I led my prize out of the corral； up to the little cabin nearby； where I tied him； and proceeded to get acquainted after a fashion of my own。 Though not versed in horse…lore； I knew that half the battle was to win his confidence。 I smoothed his silky coat； and patted him； and then surreptitiously slipped a lump of sugar from my pocket。 This sugar； which I had purloined in Flagstaff； and carried all the way across the desert； was somewhat disreputably soiled； and Satan sniffed at it disdainfully。 Evidently he had never smelled or tasted sugar。 I pressed it into his mouth。 He munched it； and then looked me over with some interest。 I handed him another lump。 He took it and rubbed his nose against me。 Satan was mine！
Frank and Jim came along early in the afternoon。 What with packing； changing saddles and shoeing the horses； we were all busy。 Old Baldy would not be shod； so we let him off till a more opportune time。 By four o'clock we were riding toward the slopes of Buckskin； now only a few miles away； standing up higher and darker。
〃What's that for？〃 inquired Wallace； pointing to a long； rusty； wire…wrapped； double…barreled blunderbuss of a shotgun； stuck in the holster of Jones's saddle。
The Colonel； who had been having a fine time with the impatient and curious hounds； did not vouchsafe any information on that score。 But very shortly we were destined to learn the use of this incongruous firearm。 I was riding in advance of Wallace； and a little behind Jones。 The dogsexcepting Jude； who had been kicked and lamedwere ranging along before their master。 Suddenly； right before me； I saw an immense jack…rabbit； and just then Moze and Don caught sight of it。 In fact； Moze bumped his blunt nose into the rabbit。 When it leaped into scared action； Moze yelped； and Don followed suit。 Then they were after it in wild； clamoring pursuit。 Jones let out the stentorian blast； now becoming familiar； and spurred after them。 He reached over； pulled the shotgun out of the holster and fired both barrels at the jumping dogs。
I expressed my amazement in strong language； and Wallace whistled。
Don came sneaking back with his tail between his legs； and Moze； who had cowered as if stung； circled round ahead of us。 Jones finally succeeded in gettin him back。
〃Come in hyah！ You measly rabbit dogs！ What do you mean chasing off that way？ We're after lions。 Lions！ understand？〃
Don looked thoroughly convinced of his error； but Moze； being more thick…headed； appeared mystified rather than hurt or frightened。
〃What size shot do you use？〃 I asked。
〃Number ten。 They don't hurt much at seventy five yards；〃 replied our leader。 〃I use them as sort of a long arm。 You see； the dogs must be made to know what we're after。 Ordinary means would never do in a case like this。 My idea is to break them of coyotes； wolves and deer； and when we cross a lion trail； let them go。 I'll teach them sooner than you'd think。 Only we must get where we can see what they're trailing。 Then I can tell whether to call then back or not。〃
The sun was gilding the rim of the desert rampart when we began the ascent of the foothills of Buckskin。 A steep trail wound zigzag up the mountain We led our horses； as it was a long； hard climb。 From time to time； as I stopped to catch my breath I gazed away across the growing void to the gorgeous Pink Cliffs； far above and beyond the red wall which had seemed so high； and then out toward the desert。 The irregular ragged crack in the plain； apparently only a thread of broken ground； was the Grand Canyon。 How unutterably remote； wild； grand was that world of red and brown； of purple pall； of vague outline！
Two thousand feet； probably； we mounted to what Frank called Little Buckskin。 In the west a copper glow； ridged with lead…colored clouds； marked where the sun had set。 The air was very thin and icy cold。 At the first clump of pinyon pines； we made dry camp。 When I sat down it was as if I had been anchored。 Frank solicitously remarked that I looked 〃sort of beat。〃 Jim built a roaring fire and began getting supper。 A snow squall came on the rushing wind。 The air grew colder； and though I hugged the fire； I could not get warm。 When I had satisfied my hunger； I rolled out my sleeping…bag and crept into it。 I stretched my aching limbs and did not move again。 Once I awoke； drowsily feeling the warmth of the fire； and I heard Frank say： 〃He's asleep； dead to the world！〃
〃He's all in；〃 said Jones。 〃Riding's what did it You know how a horse tears a man to pieces。〃
〃Will he be able to stand it？〃 asked Frank； with as much solicitude as if he were my brother。 〃When you get out after anythin'well； you're hell。 An' think of the country we're goin' into。 I know you've never seen the breaks of the Siwash； but I have； an' it's the worst an' roughest country I ever saw。 Breaks after breaks； like the ridges on a washboard； headin' on the south slope of Buckskin； an' runnin' down