"I was glad when I knew he was dead." "Something about a bobcat I don't like," went on the cowboy.

"We used to hunt 'em--when they got after the sheep some years ago.

Once one of 'em jest about got me by the throat, an' I ain't forgitting it! I'd rather face a bear, I think." "You mustn't forget that you are to take us to the mountains on a hunting expedition," came from Roger.

"We want to get some deer, or an elk, before we go back East." "I'll take you--don't worry," answered the cowboy.
The news soon spread around the ranch that the "tenderfeet" had killed a big bobcat, and all the hands came to get a look at the beast.

They praised the boys, and said they must be nervy hunters or they could not have done it.