"A Rocky Mountain Big Horn is the only four-footed beast," he said, "that has a better eye than a wild horse.

A cougar has an eye, too; he's used to lying high up on the cliffs and looking down for his quarry so as to stalk it at night; but even a cougar has to take second to a mustang when it comes to sight." The hours passed slowly.

The sun baked us; the stones were too hot to touch; flies buzzed behind our ears; tarantulas peeped at us from holes.

The afternoon slowly waned.
At dark we returned to where we had left Wallace and the cowboys.

Frank had solved the problem of water supply, for he had found a little spring trickling from a cliff, which, by skillful management, produced enough drink for the horses.