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"Not for worlds would I have had you kill that beautiful deer!" she exclaimed. "We won't have venison steak off him, that's certain," remarked Dale, dryly. "An' maybe none off any deer, if Roy does the shootin'." They resumed travel, sheering off to the right and keeping to the edge of the intersecting canuon.
Even a blow on the head that nearly blinded her did not in the least retard her. The horse could hardly be held, and not at all in the few open places. At last Helen reached another slope. Coming out upon canuon rim, she heard Dale's clear call, far down, and Bo's answering peal, high and piercing, with its note of exultant wildness.
Once more Roy climbed out of that canuon, over a ridge into another, down long wooded slopes and through scrub-oak thickets, on and on till the sun stood straight overhead. Then he halted for a short rest, unsaddled the horses to let them roll, and gave the girls some cold lunch that he had packed. He strolled off with his gun, and, upon returning, resaddled and gave the word to start.
Helen also heard the bear and the hound fighting at the bottom of this canuon. Here Helen again missed the tracks made by Dale and Bo. The descent looked impassable. She rode back along the rim, then forward. Finally she found where the ground had been plowed deep by hoofs, down over little banks. Helen's horse balked at these jumps. When she goaded him over them she went forward on his neck.
Travel was resumed then, with Roy a little in advance of the pack-train. Presently he dismounted, threw his bridle, and cautiously peered ahead. Then, turning, he waved his sombrero. The pack-animals halted in a bunch. Dale beckoned for the girls to follow and rode up to Roy's horse. This point, Helen saw, was at the top of an intersecting canuon.
Helen's eyes feasted afar upon a wild scene of rugged grandeur, before she looked down on this western slope at her feet to see bare, gradual descent, leading down to sparsely wooded bench and on to deep-green canuon. "Ride hard now!" yelled Dale. "I see Bo, an' I'll have to ride to catch her." Dale spurred down the slope.
"An' I take it particular kind of this old she rustlin' off with her cub. She-bears with cubs are dangerous." The next place to stir Helen to enthusiasm was the glen at the bottom of this canuon.
"Reckon he was a grizzly, an' I'm jest as well pleased thet he loped off," said Roy. Altering his course somewhat, he led to an old rotten log that the bear had been digging in. "After grubs. There, see his track. He was a whopper shore enough." They rode on, out to a high point that overlooked canuon and range, gorge and ridge, green and black as far as Helen could see.
Helen saw where his huge tracks, still wet, led up the opposite sandy bank. Then down-stream Helen did some more reckless and splendid riding. On level ground the horse was great. Once he leaped clear across the brook. Every plunge, every turn Helen expected to come upon Dale and Bo facing the bear. The canuon narrowed, the stream-bed deepened.
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