You there with the rifle, lead off, and keep your eyes peeled." Single file, we passed along in the shadow of the great cliff.

A wide trail had been worn in the dust.
"A lion run-way," said Jones.

"Don't you smell the cat ?" Indeed, the strong odor of cat was very pronounced; and that, without the big fresh tracks, made the skin on my face tighten and chill.

As we turned a jutting point in the wall, a number of animals, which I did not recognize, plunged helter-skelter down the canyon slope.
"Rocky Mountain sheep!" exclaimed Jones.

"Look! Well, this is a discovery.