How brave she was, too! No sign of fear shone in her wonderful eyes, only hate, defiance, watchfulness.
On the ride back to camp Jones expressed himself thus: "How happy I am that I can keep this lion and the others we are going to capture, for my own.

When I was in the Yellowstone Park I did not get to keep one of the many I captured.

The military officials took them from me." When we reached camp Lawson was absent, but fortunately Old Baldy browsed near at hand, and was easily caught.

Frank said he would rather take Old Baldy for the cougar than any other horse we had.

Leaving me in camp, he and Jones rode off to fetch Kitty.
About five o'clock they came trotting up through the forest with Jim, who had fallen in with them on the way.