"He may be shamming--some wild beasts do, you know." "No, he's dead,--you can see for yourself." "What shall we do with him ?" questioned Roger, after all were convinced that the wildcat was really dead.

"He isn't good for much." "We could keep the skin--or have him stuffed," suggested Phil.
"Let us take him back to the ranch--so that the folks can see we really killed him," said Dave.

"Then we might have him stuffed and sent to Oak Hall, to put in the museum." "Just the thing!" cried the senator's son.

"That will please Doctor Clay, I am sure." They dragged the wildcat out into the open, and laid it where the horses might see that it was dead.

As soon as they were aware of this, the steeds quieted down completely, and the boys had no more trouble with them.