"
Elated at his success, Horace was starting toward his prize when
his father called him back to help carry the pelt.
"My, but he's a beauty!" declared the younger of the chums when
they reached the carcass. "I should hate to come across one
suddenly."
"They are not pleasant customers to meet," smiled Mr. Wilder. "I'm
glad this fellow didn't visit us last night. Though why he passed
the horses by I don't know. Mountain lions are great ones for
horse or cattle flesh. While I am dressing the buck you boys had
better climb up to the plateau and see that our ponies are all
right. Take some of the meat with you and then we won't be obliged
to make so many trips."
With a piece of meat in one hand and a rifle in the other, the lads
started up the trail and, though they went bravely enough, each in
his heart was a bit frightened.
"Pete says mountain lions usually travel in pairs, so keep your
eyes peeled," advised Horace.
But though they imagined several times they heard the purr of one
of the prowlers, they reached the plateau without adventure.
The ponies were huddled together, tails to the rocks, and were
sniffing the air in obvious uneasiness.
"Steady, boys, steady," called Horace soothingly. And setting down
his meat, he patted each reassuringly.
The presence of the boys was an evident relief to the ponies, and
after a few minutes they began to champ grass again.
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