the last of the plainsmen-第34章
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〃By the Lord Harry！ There's something here。〃
〃Here； Colonel； here's the bush Sounder smelt and there's a sandy trail under it；〃 I called。
〃There go Don an' Tige down into the break' cried Frank。 〃They've got a hot scent！〃
Jones stooped over the place I designated； to jerk up with reddening face； and as he flung himself into the saddle roared out： 〃After Sounder！ Old Tom！ Old Tom！ Old Tom！〃
We all heard Sounder； and at the moment of Jones's discovery； Moze got the scent and plunged ahead of us。
〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 yelled the Colonel。 Frank sent Spot forward like a white streak。 Sounder called to us in irresistible bays； which Moze answered； and then crippled Jude bayed in baffled impotent distress。
The atmosphere was charged with that lion。 As if by magic； the excitation communicated itself to all； and men； horses and dogs acted in accord。 The ride through the forest had been a jaunt。 This was a steeplechase； a mad； heedless； perilous； glorious race。 And we had for a pacemaker a cowboy mounted on a tireless mustang。
Always it seemed to me； while the wind rushed； the brush whipped； I saw Frank far ahead； sitting his saddle as if glued there； holding his reins loosely forward。 To see him ride so was a beautiful sight。 Jones let out his Comanche yell at every dozen jumps and Wallace sent back a thrilling 〃Waa…hoo…o！〃 In the excitement I had again checked my horse； and when Jones remembered； and loosed the bridle； how the noble animal responded！ The pace he settled into dazed me； I could hardly distinguish the deer trail down which he was thundering。 I lost my comrades ahead； the pinyons blurred in my sight； I only faintly heard the hounds。 It occurred to me we were making for the breaks； but I did not think of checking Satan。 I thought only of flying on faster and faster。
〃On！ On！ old fellow！ Stretch out！ Never lose this race！ We've got to be there at the finish！〃 I called to Satan； and he seemed to understand and stretched lower； farther； quicker。
The brush pounded my legs and clutched and tore my clothes； the wind whistled； the pinyon branches cut and whipped my face。 Once I dodged to the left； as Satan swerved to the right； with the result that I flew out of the saddle； and crashed into a pinyon tree； which marvelously brushed me back into the saddle。 The wild yells and deep bays sounded nearer。 Satan tripped and plunged down； throwing me as gracefully as an aerial tumbler wings his flight。 I alighted in a bush； without feeling of scratch or pain。 As Satan recovered and ran past； I did not seek to make him stop； but getting a good grip on the pommel； I vaulted up again。 Once more he raced like a wild mustang。 And from nearer and nearer in front pealed the alluring sounds of the chase。
Satan was creeping close to Wallace and Jones； with Frank looming white through the occasional pinyons。 Then all dropped out of sight； to appear again suddenly。 They had reached the first break。 Soon I was upon it。 Two deer ran out of the ravine； almost brushing my horse in the haste。 Satan went down and up in a few giant strides。 Only the narrow ridge separated us from another break。 It was up and down then for Satan； a work to which he manfully set himself。 Occasionally I saw Wallace and Jones； but heard them oftener。 All the time the breaks grew deeper； till finally Satan had to zigzag his way down and up。 Discouragement fastened on me； when from the summit of the next ridge I saw Frank far down the break； with Jones and Wallace not a quarter of a mile away from him。 I sent out a long； exultant yell as Satan crashed into the hard； dry wash in the bottom of the break。
I knew from the way he quickened under me that he intended to overhaul somebody。 Perhaps because of the clear going； or because my frenzy had cooled to a thrilling excitement which permitted detail； I saw clearly and distinctly the speeding horsemen down the ravine。 I picked out the smooth pieces of ground ahead； and with the slightest touch of the rein on his neck； guided Satan into them。 How he ran！ The light； quick beats of his hoofs were regular； pounding。 Seeing Jones and Wallace sail high into the air； I knew they had jumped a ditch。 Thus prepared； I managed to stick on when it yawned before me； and Satan； never slackening； leaped up and up； giving me a new swing。
Dust began to settle in little clouds before me； Frank； far ahead； had turned his mustang up the side of the break； Wallace； within hailing distance； now turned to wave me a hand。 The rushing wind fairly sang in my ears； the walls of the break were confused blurs of yellow and green； at every stride Satan seemed to swallow a rod of the white trail。
Jones began to scale the ravine； heading up obliquely far on the side of where Frank had vanished； and as Wallace followed suit； I turned Satan。 I caught Wallace at the summit； and we raced together out upon another flat of pinyon。 We heard Frank and Jones yelling in a way that caused us to spur our horses frantically。 Spot； gleaming white near a clump of green pinyons； was our guiding star。 That last quarter of a mile was a ringing run； a ride to remember。
As our mounts crashed back with stiff forelegs and haunches； Wallace and I leaped off and darted into the clump of pinyons； whence issued a hair…raising medley of yells and barks。 I saw Jones； then Frank； both waving their arms； then Moze and Sounder running wildly； airlessly about。
〃Look there！〃 rang in my ear； and Jones smashed me on the back with a blow； which at any ordinary time would have laid me flat。
In a low； stubby pinyon tree； scarce twenty feet from us； was a tawny form。 An enormous mountain lion； as large as an African lioness； stood planted with huge； round legs on two branches； and he faced us gloomily； neither frightened nor fierce。 He watched the running dogs with pale； yellow eyes； waved his massive head and switched a long； black tufted tail。
〃It's Old Tom！ sure as you're born！ It's Old Tom！〃 yelled Jones。 〃There's no two lions like that in one country。 Hold still now。 Jude is here； and she'll see him； she'll show him to the other hounds。 Hold still！〃
We heard Jude coming at a fast pace for a lame dog； and we saw her presently； running with her nose down for a moment； then up。 She entered the clump of trees； and bumped her nose against the pinyon Old Tom was in； and looked up like a dog that knew her business。 The series of wild howls she broke into quickly brought Sounder and Moze to her side。 They； too； saw the big lion； not fifteen feet over their heads。
We were all yelling and trying to talk at once； in some such state as the dogs。
〃Hyar； Moze！ Come down out of that！〃 hoarsely shouted Jones。
Moze had begun to climb the thick； many…branched； low pinyon tree。 He paid not the slightest attention to Jones； who screamed and raged at him。
〃Cover the lion！〃 cried he to me。 〃Don't shoot unless he crouches to jump on me。〃
The little beaded front…sight wavered slightly as I held my rifle leveled at the grim； snarling face； and out of the corner of my eye； as it were； I saw Jones dash in under the lion and grasp Moze by the hind leg and haul him down。 He broke from Jones and leaped again to the first low branch。 His master then grasped his collar and carried him to where we stood and held him choking。
〃Boys； we can't keep Tom up there。 When he jumps； keep out of his way。 Maybe we can chase him up a better tree。〃
Old Tom suddenly left the branches； swinging violently； and hitting the ground like a huge cat on springs； he bounded off； tail up； in a most ludicrous manner。 His running； however； did not lack speed； for he quickly outdistanced the bursting hounds。
A stampede for horses succeeded this move。 I had difficulty in closing my camera； which I had forgotten until the last moment； and got behind the others。 Satan sent the dust flying and the pinyon branches crashing。 Hardly had I time to bewail my ill…luck in being left； when I dashed out of a thick growth of trees to come upon my companions； all dismounted on the rim of the Grand Canyon。
〃He's gone down！ He's gone down！〃 raged Jones； stamping the ground。 〃What luck！ What miserable luck！ But don't quit； spread along the rim； boys； and look for him。 Cougars can't fly。 There's a
