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ALONE IN THE RAVINE.
Fred Munson felt that he had been extremely fortunate, not only in securing a good, substantial supper, but in getting a rifle.

With it he could guard against danger and starvation.

In that country, and especially among those mountains, was quite an abundance of game, and he had learned how to aim a gun too well to prevent his throwing any shots away.
By this time the night was well advanced, and he concluded that the wisest thing he could do was to hunt up some place where he could sleep until morning.

This did not seem to be difficult in a country so cut up and broken by rocks, and he moved away from the camp-fire with a sense of deep gratitude for the extraordinary good fortune that had followed him from the time Lone Wolf had withdrawn him from the main party.
"Now, if I could only get a horse," he said to himself, "I would be set up in business.