I took a hunk of meat, a blanket, my gun, an' a pair of snow-shoes, an' I set out on old Lobo's tracks....

An', Miss Columbine, I _walked_ old Lobo to death in the snow!" "Why, how wonderful!" exclaimed the girl, breathless and glowing with interest.

"Oh, it seems a pity such a splendid brute should be killed.
Wild animals are cruel.

I wish it were different." "Life is cruel, miss, an' I echo your wish," replied Wade, sadly.
"You have had great experiences.

Dad said to me, 'Collie, here at last is a man who can tell you enough stories!'...