First evening I camped out at a water-hole and staked out Prince with a long heavy rope and strong iron stake pin.

The other horse was hobbled with a rope hobble.

Some wolves came in to water, and I was lying on my bed looking at them when the horses suddenly stampeded, the strong stake rope and pin not even checking Prince.

They were gone and I was afoot! Prince ran for forty miles to the ranch.

The hobbled horse we never saw again for more than twelve months, but when found was fat and none the worse.