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Emett strode to us through the gathering darkness. "What's up?" he asked quickly. He carried my Remington in one hand and his Winchester in the other; and he moved so assuredly and loomed up so big in the dusk that I experienced a sudden little rush of feeling as to what his advent might mean at a time of real peril.
The savage fellow that had fought us to a standstill, and for which we had named him Spitfire, raised his head, the gold in his beautiful eyes darkened to fire and he growled his return to life and defiance. Emett and I sank back in unutterable relief. "Waa-hoo!" Jones' yell came, breaking the warm quiet of the slope. Our comrade appeared riding down.
Emett, too, had all his weight on the lasso round her neck. Between the two of us we choked her hold loose, but she brought Jones' leather leggin in her teeth. Then I dropped the chain and jumped. " !" exploded Jones to me. "Do you think more of a picture than of saving my life?" Having expressed this not unreasonable protest, he untied the lasso that Emett had made fast to a small sapling.
Emett grasped one of the four whipping paws, and even as the powerful animal sent him staggering he dexterously left the noose fast on the paw. Jim and Jones in unison let go of their lasso, which streaked up through the branches as the lion fell, and then it dropped to the ground, where Jim made a flying grab for it. Jones plunging out of the tree fell upon the rope at the same instant.
Once again, when I had crawled into the warm hole of my sleeping bag, was I hailed from the other tent. Emett called me twice, and as I answered, I heard Jones remonstrating in a low voice. "Shore, Jones has got 'em!" yelled Jim. "He can't keep it a secret no longer." "Hey, Jones," I cried, "do you remember laughing at me?" "No, I don't," growled Jones.
There were moments when the lioness had Jim and Jones on the ground and Emett wobbling; others when she ran on her bound legs and chased the two in front and dragged the one behind; others when she came within an ace of getting her teeth in somebody. They had caught a Tartar. They dared not let her go, and though Jones evidently ordered it, no one made fast his rope to a tree.
The Navajo had a marvelous appetite. He liked sweet things, sugar best of all. It was a fatal error to let him get his hands on a can of fruit. Although he inspired Jones with disgust and Jim with worse, he was a source of unfailing pleasure to me. He called me "Mista Gay" and he pronounced the words haltingly in low voice and with unmistakable respect. "What's on for today?" queried Emett.
That's the best tree for our purpose that I ever saw a lion in. So spread out, boys; surround her and keep noisy." Navvy broke from Emett at this juncture and ran away. But evidently overcome by curiosity, he stopped to hide behind a bush, from which I saw his black head protruding.
I've got the collar an' chain." "Come on, Navvy," shouted Emett. He grasped the Indian's wrist and started to run, jerking Navvy into the air at every jump. I caught up my camera and followed. We crossed two shallow hollows, and then saw the hounds and Jones among the pines not far ahead. In my excitement I outran my companions and dashed into an open glade.
How I wish we had some of those fellows here who say lions are rank cowards!" I exclaimed. In one of his sweeping side swings the lion struck the rock and hung there on its flat surface with his tail hanging over. "Attract his attention," shouted Emett, "but don't get too close. Don't make him jump."
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