This is takin' a chance, but I reckon it's worth while." So it was decided that Lawson and Frank would try to get me out by way of the canyon; Wallace intended to go by the Utah route, and Jones was to return at once to his range and his buffalo.
That night round the campfire we talked over the many incidents of the hunt.

Jones stated he had never in his life come so near getting his "everlasting" as when the big bay horse tripped on a canyon slope and rolled over him.

Notwithstanding the respect with which we regarded his statement we held different opinions.

Then, with the unfailing optimism of hunters, we planned another hunt for the next year.
"I'll tell you what," said Jones.

"Up in Utah there's a wild region called Pink Cliffs.