He has the run of the place." "Wal, good-by, then, an' rustle along." Dale nodded to the girls, and, turning his horse, he drove the pack-train before him up the open space between the stream and the wooded slope.
Roy stepped off his horse with that single action which appeared such a feat to Helen.
"Guess I'd better cinch up," he said, as he threw a stirrup up over the pommel of his saddle.

"You girls are goin' to see wild country." "Who's old Tom ?" queried Bo, curiously.
"Why, he's Milt's pet cougar." "Cougar?
That's a panther--a mountain-lion, didn't he say ?" "Shore is.

Tom is a beauty.

An' if he takes a likin' to you he'll love you, play with you, maul you half to death." Bo was all eyes.
"Dale has other pets, too ?" she questioned, eagerly.
"I never was up to his camp but what it was overrun with birds an' squirrels an' vermin of all kinds, as tame as tame as cows.

Too darn tame, Milt says.