Again the cougar turned and disappeared. Colonel was finally picketed near the old cedar trunk, and they piled fresh boughs on the fire, still pursuing the panther with thick, pungent smoke. Then they rested, gathering themselves, in the brief reprieve, for his certain return. The black, less panic-ridden, continued to listen or tug at his rope. The other horse began to browse. The suspense pressed. Then, suddenly, a rifle shot startled the solitudes. And while the two women stood marking the puff of smoke, which rose a few yards off, there came a clamor of snarls. Two hounds slunk through the underbrush into the open and waited, shaking. A second report rang through the hills, then, the cries having ceased, one of the dogs plucked up courage and sounded a clarion. After a moment his mate returned into the thicket, alert, cautious, feeling ground. The first hound crept in his wake, and directly their baying, multiplied as by a score of throats, filled the wood. The dogs were Laramie’s, and the women followed them, seeking their master, but the hunter was Mose. The cougar was stretched in his death throes before him, on a bed of trampled fern and broken boughs. "Saprie," he exclaimed as the teacher approached, "if I ees have dat gun of Laramie’s I doan’ have some trouble to keel heem de firs’ shot. But dis gun dat Yelm Jim ees lend to me, he ees buy long tam ’go to de Hudson Bay Companee; an’ for sure dey ees sell heem one no ’count Injun gun." "Oh," said Alice, her voice shaking, "it was a grand shot—Mose. And you—you came—just—in time." "Monjee, Mees, ees it dis cougar ees give you some trouble, a’ready?" She could not speak again directly; she could only nod her head, affirmatively. But Martha smiled grimly. "Wal, yes," she said; "he’s be’n er trailin’ us, off ’n on, fur a good spell; an’ Eben, he’s prospectin’ down ther canyon with ther rifle." "So," said Mose, "so, but it ees good t’ing I come ’long den. You see dose dogs ees track me las’ night to Yelm Jim’s cabane, an’ I ees keep dem to hunt some mowitch to-day. Dey ees fine dogs for trail de deer, ya-as, but A’m mooch shame how dey ees scare’ of dis cougar. Cultus Pichou." He paused to cuff aside one of the snuffing hounds. "So you ees come back now, hey? You ees have de brave heart now dat you ees see dis cougar ees be keel. Nawitka, Mees, you doan’ have to be some more ’fraid. Dis sacré cougar," and he thrust his foot against the lax body, "he ees sure ’nough dead."