Old Baldy had remained true to his fame--nothing, not even a cougar bothered him.

Kitty, evidently no worse for her experience, was chained to a pine tree about fifty feet from the campfire.
Wallace came riding wearily in, and when he saw the captive, he greeted us with an exultant yell.

He got there just in time to see the first special features of Kitty's captivity.

The hounds surrounded her, and could not be called off.

We had to beat them.