If there was any living animal in sight it did not move.

Wade crossed the hollow, wended a circuitous route through the upstanding forest of dead timber, and entered a thick woods that skirted the rim of the mountain.

Presently he came out upon the open rim, from which the depths of green and gray yawned mightily.

Far across, Old White Slides loomed up, higher now, with a dignity and majesty unheralded from below.
Wade found fresh sheep tracks in the yellow clay of the rim, small as little deer tracks, showing that they had just been made by ewes and lambs.

Not a ram track in the group! "Well, that lets me out," said Wade, as he peered under the bluff for sight of the sheep.