He was in shirt sleeves, sweating freely, and wore a frown I had never seen before.

He puffed like a porpoise, and at first could hardly speak.
"Where were--you--all ?" he panted.

"Say! but mebbe this hasn't been a chase! Jim and Wallace an' me went tumblin' down after the dogs, each one lookin' out for his perticilar dog, an' darn me if I don't believe his lion, too.

Don took one oozin' down the canyon, with me hot-footin' it after him.

An' somewhere he treed thet lion, right below me, in a box canyon, sort of an offshoot of the second rim, an' I couldn't locate him.