She heard a thudding of hoofs down the slope, then Dale's clear, strong call. She answered. It appeared long before he burst out of the woods, riding hard and leading her horse. In that time she recovered fully, and when he reached her, to put a sudden halt upon the fiery Ranger, she caught the bridle he threw and swiftly mounted her horse. The feel of the saddle seemed different. Dale's piercing gray glance thrilled her strangely. “You're white. Are you hurt?” he said. “No. I was scared.” “But he threw you?” “Yes, he certainly threw me.” “What happened?” “We heard the hound and we rode along the timber. Then we saw the bear--a monster--white--coated--” “I know. It's a grizzly. He killed the colt--your pet. Hurry now. What about Bo?” “Pedro was fighting the bear. Bo said he'd be killed. She rode right up here. My horse followed. I couldn't have stopped him. But we lost Bo. Right there the bear came out. He roared. My horse threw me and ran off. Pedro's barking saved me--my life, I think. Oh! that was awful! Then the bear went up--there.... And you came.” “Bo's followin' the hound!” ejaculated Dale. And, lifting his hands to his mouth, he sent out a stentorian yell that rolled up the slope, rang against the cliffs, pealed and broke and died away. Then he waited, listening. From far up the slope came a faint, wild cry, high-pitched and sweet, to create strange echoes, floating away to die in the ravines. “She's after him!” declared Dale, grimly. “Bo's got your rifle,” said Helen. “Oh, we must hurry.” “You go back,” ordered Dale, wheeling his horse. “No!” Helen felt that word leave her lips with the force of a bullet. Dale spurred Ranger and took to the open slope. Helen kept at his heels until timber was reached. Here a steep trail led up. Dale dismounted. “Horse tracks--bear tracks--dog tracks,” he said, bending over. “We'll have to walk up here. It'll save our horses an' maybe time, too.” “Is Bo riding up there?” asked Helen, eying the steep ascent. “She sure is.” With that Dale started up, leading his horse. Helen followed. It was rough and hard work. She was lightly clad, yet soon she was hot, laboring, and her heart began to hurt. When Dale halted to rest Helen was just ready to drop. The baying of the hound, though infrequent, inspirited her. But presently that sound was lost. Dale said bear and hound had gone over the ridge and as soon as the top was gained he would hear them again. “Look there,” he said, presently, pointing to fresh tracks, larger than those made by Bo's mustang. “Elk tracks. We've scared a big bull an' he's right ahead of us. Look sharp an' you'll see him.” Helen never climbed so hard and fast before, and when they reached the ridge-top she was all tuckered out. It was all she could do to get on her horse. Dale led along the crest of this wooded ridge toward the western end, which was considerably higher. In places open rocky ground split the green timber. Dale pointed toward a promontory.