A wonderful country for deer and lions, it seemed to me, but impassable, all but impossible for a hunter.
Frank soon appeared, brushing through the bending oaks, and Sounder trotted along behind him.
"Where's Moze ?" inquired Jones.
"The last I heard of Moze he was out of the brush, goin' across the pinyon flat, right for the canyon.

He had a hot trail." "Well, we're certain of one thing; if it was a deer, he won't come back soon, and if it was a lion, he'll tree it, lose the scent, and come back.

We've got to show the hounds a lion in a tree.

They'd run a hot trail, bump into a tree, and then be at fault.

What was wrong with Sounder ?" "I don't know.