"How about the ponies, Ned; do you think it is safe to leave them here?" Harry wanted to know, a little anxious about the safety of their mounts; because a twelve-mile hike did not appeal to him just then. "I don't think anything or anybody would be apt to bother them," Jack remarked, although no one had asked his opinion on the subject. "Sure they won't," asserted the eager Jimmy, making his jaws work as though in imagination he were already enjoying a tender venison steak alongside of a splendid camp fire. "We'll have to risk a little," Ned admitted, as he dismounted, and once more looked to see that his rifle was in condition for immediate use. They found places where the ponies could be tied, and the animals evidently did not object to the rest in the least, if their actions were any judge. "'Tis meself that's thinkin' the dope Ally Sloper gave Spot here, as I've renamed Satan, must have taken the heart out of the critter, because he's been as gentle as you please all day," Jimmy remarked, as he patted the calico pony; but Ned only shook his head without making any reply, for he had seen the ears flattened and noted the half-inclination on the part of the pony to bite at the hand that was caressing its wet neck and withers. Presently they started up the canyon toward the spot where Jimmy still declared he believed he had seen an object move, which must be game of some sort. All conversation having been positively tabooed by Ned, Jimmy could only take it out in sundry grins and vigorous nods of his head as they proceeded. Everybody was tuned up to a tense state of excitement as they reached the bend of the rock wall and then carefully crept around the same. Unless Jimmy had made a mistake, or was willfully deceiving them, they must speedily discover the animal he claimed to have sighted. All sorts of speculations were doubtless rife in their minds concerning its nature; one hoped it would prove to be a deer; another may have had a monster grizzly in view while caressing his repeating rifle; while Jack, who carried his little camera along with him, would have been highly pleased could he have snapped off a big-horn sheep in the act of leaping from crag to crag somewhere up there along the high canyon walls. Nothing loomed up, though Ned went further than his prudence dictated, in order to satisfy Jimmy. The latter's face had fallen forty-five degrees, and he was shaking his head gloomily as he stared around, looking in vain for favorable signs. Ned was even about to open his mouth and give the order that would take the little party back to where they had left their mounts tied, when he heard something like a stone falling back of him. Remembering that the canyon had narrowed there, like the neck of a bottle, Ned turned suddenly on his heels. If he expected to discover any sort of wild game slinking off, he was greatly in error. What he did see caused a spasm of alarm to dart through the scout master's brave heart.