As Belllounds opened it there came a pattering rush of many padded feet, and a chorus of barks and whines.

Wade's surprised gaze took in forty or fifty dogs, mostly hounds, browns and blacks and yellows, all sizes--a motley, mangy, hungry pack, if he had ever seen one.
"I swore I'd buy every hound fetched to me, till I'd cleaned up the varmints around White Slides.

An' sure I was imposed on," explained the rancher.
"Some good-lookin' hounds in the bunch," replied Wade.

"An' there's hardly too many.

I'll train two packs, so I can rest one when the other's huntin'." "Wal, I'll be dog-goned!" ejaculated Belllounds, with relief.