Turning an abrupt bend in the sandy wash, I ran into Jones and Wallace.
"Fall in! Line up in the sad procession!" said Jones.

"Tige and the pup are faithful.

The rest of the dogs are somewhere between the Grand Canyon and the Utah desert." I related my adventures, and tried to spare Moze and Sounder as much as conscience would permit.
"Hard luck!" commented Jones.

"Just as the hounds jumped the cougar--Oh! they bounced him out of the rocks all right--don't you remember, just under that cliff wall where you and Wallace came up to me?
Well, just as they jumped him, they ran right into fresh deer tracks.

I saw one of the deer.