Nick saw a surprised, honest-looking face—that of a hardy backwoodsman—and he caught a glimpse of the rifle that the man held loosely in the hollow of his arm. The backwoodsman saw a well-dressed tenderfoot, whose coat was torn by the panther’s claw, whose face was grimed with dirt and smeared with blood. “By golly, stranger,” said the backwoodsman, “you’re not jest fit to enter a beauty show—not but what ye may be a slick-lookin’ chap when yer face is washed.” The detective laughed heartily. “I reckon, pard,” he said, “that you saved my life.” “Reckon I did,” returned the other, quietly, “but I come close to killin’ you to do it.” “I felt your bullet hiss past my face.” “So? Should ha’ thought that mought have scared ye to death.” “Oh, no, I’m used to that.” “You don’t say!” “But I’m not used to enemies that spring on a man in the dark without making any noise of warning. That’s what the panther did.” “Yes, he’d ha’ had ye, sure, ef I hadn’t been here to fire.” “It was good luck.” “Wal, I dunno about the luck of it. I was here on purpose. Been a-lookin’ fer that critter.” “Indeed!” “Yes; the pesky varmint has been worryin’ the life out of us, and to-night I jest made up my mind that I’d get him. I was pretty durn certain he’d be on the trail somewhere, fer there’s enough as comes over it, you know, to give the scent. I thought he’d be watchin’ fer prey, but I didn’t have no idee that he’d git a chance at any. That’s whar I’m s’prised. How come ye here, stranger?” “I’ll tell you in a minute,” Nick answered; “just explain to me first how you managed to take that shot in time. I heard the beast springing just as you fired.” “Why!” said the backwoodsman, “I was waitin’ here, hopin’ the scent of me would bring the varmint along, and, of course, I wasn’t makin’ no noise about it. “Then I heard steps—your’n, you know—and I was wondering about it as you come down the steep part of the trail. “Ef you look up at the top of the ledge thar you’ll see that the risin’ moon makes the top line quite clear. “Wal, I had my gun up, fer I didn’t know but what you might be an enemy, when, all of a suddent, I saw a black mass on the clear edge of the rock up thar. “I knowed what it was, and the thing jumped. “Thar wasn’t no time to think about it. “I knowed the critter had spied you, and was springin’ fer ye, and I had to fire then, or not at all. “So I blazed while the beast was in the air. “It was too late to save you from a knock down, but the critter was dead when he hit you. Them shots of yours was mighty slick ones, comin’ as fast as they did, just as ef you was out practicin’ at a target, but they was good powder and lead throwed away.” “I can spare the powder and lead,” Nick responded, “and at the time I couldn’t believe that the panther had been hit in the heart. He was making a furious struggle.” “Yes,” drawled the backwoodsman, “it takes them critters some time to die. But how’d you come here?”