Upon nearer view, I recognized a wolf, and he scented or sighted me at the same moment, and loped off into the shadows of the trees.
Approaching the spot where I had marked him I found he had been feeding from the carcass of a horse.

The remains had been only partly eaten, and were of an animal of the mustang build that had evidently been recently killed.

Frightful lacerations under the throat showed where a lion had taken fatal hold.

Deep furrows in the ground proved how the mustang had sunk his hoofs, reared and shaken himself.

I traced roughly defined tracks fifty paces to the lee of a little bank, from which I concluded the lion had sprung.
I gave free rein to my imagination and saw the forest dark, silent, peopled by none but its savage denizens, The lion crept like a shadow, crouched noiselessly down, then leaped on his sleeping or browsing prey.