ones let out another Comanche yell。
〃Wolf！〃 he yelled； and spurring his big bay； he was off like the wind。
A single glance showed me several cows running as if bewildered； and near them a big white wolf pulling down a calf。 Another white wolf stood not far off。 My horse jumped as if he had been shot； and the realization darted upon me that here was where the certain something began。 Spotthe mustang had one black spot in his pure whitesnorted like I imagined a blooded horse might； under dire insult。 Jones's bay had gotten about a hundred paces the start。 I lived to learn that Spot hated to be left behind； moreover； he would not be left behind； he was the swiftest horse on the range； and proud of the distinction。 I cast one unmentionable word on the breeze toward the cabin and Frank； then put mind and muscle to the sore task of remaining with Spot。 Jones was born on a saddle； and had been taking his meals in a saddle for about sixty…three years； and the bay horse could run。 Run is not a felicitous wordhe flew。 And I was rendered mentally deranged for the moment to see that hundred paces between the bay and Spot materially lessen at every jump。 Spot lengthened out； seemed to go down near the ground； and cut the air like a high…geared auto。 If I had not heard the fast rhythmic beat of his hoofs； and had not bounced high into the air at every jump； I would have been sure I was riding a bird。 I tried to stop him。 As well might I have tried to pull in the Lusitania with a thread。 Spot was out to overhaul that bay； and in spite of me； he was doing it。 The wind rushed into my face and sang in my ears。 Jones seemed the nucleus of a sort of haze； and it grew larger and larger。 Presently he became clearly defined in my sight； the violent commotion under me subsided； I once more felt the saddle； and then I realized that Spot had been content to stop alongside of Jones； tossing his head and champing his bit。
〃Well； by George！ I didn't know you were in the stretch；〃 cried my companion。 〃That was a fine little brush。 We must have come several miles。 I'd have killed those wolves if I'd brought a gun。 The big one that had the calf was a bold brute。 He never let go until I was within fifty feet of him。 Then I almost rode him down。 I don't think the calf was much hurt。 But those blood…thirsty devils will return； and like as not get the calf。 That's the worst of cattle raising。 Now； take the buffalo。 Do you suppose those wolves could have gotten a buffalo calf out from under the mother？ Never。 Neither could a whole band of wolves。 Buffalo stick close together； and the little ones do not stray。 When danger threatens； the herd closes in and faces it and fights。 That is what is grand about the buffalo and what made them once roam the prairies in countless； endless droves。〃
From the highest elevation in that part of the range we viewed the surrounding ridges； flats and hollows； searching for the buffalo。 At length we spied a cloud of dust rising from behind an undulating mound； then big black dots hove in sight。
〃Frank has rounded up the herd； and is driving it this way。 We'll wait；〃 said Jones。
Though the buffalo appeared to be moving fast； a long time elapsed before they reached the foot of our outlook。 They lumbered along in a compact mass； so dense that I could not count them； but I estimated the number at seventy…five。 Frank was riding zigzag behind them； swinging his lariat and yelling。 When he espied us he reined in his horse and waited。 Then the herd slowed down； halted and began browsing。
〃Look at the cattalo calves；〃 cried Jones； in ecstatic tones。 〃See how shy they are； how close they stick to their mothers。〃
The little dark…brown fellows were plainly frightened。 I made several unsuccessful attempts to photograph them； and gave it up when Jones told me not to ride too close and that it would be better to wait till we had them in the corral。
He took my camera and instructed me to go on ahead； in the rear of the herd。 I heard the click of the instrument as he snapped a picture； and then suddenly heard him shout in alarm： 〃Look out！ look out！ pull your horse！〃
Thundering hoof…beats pounding the earth accompanied his words。 I saw a big bull； with head down； tail raised； charging my horse。 He answered Frank's yell of command with a furious grunt。 I was paralyzed at the wonderfully swift action of the shaggy brute； and I sat helpless。 Spot wheeled as if he were on a pivot and plunged out of the way with a celerity that was astounding。 The buffalo stopped； pawed the ground； and angrily tossed his huge head。 Frank rode up to him； yelled； and struck him with the lariat； whereupon he gave another toss of his horns； and then returned to the herd。
〃It was that darned white nag；〃 said Jones。 〃Frank； it was wrong to put an inexperienced man on Spot。 For that matter； the horse should never be allowed to go near the buffalo。〃
〃Spot knows the buffs； they'd never get to him；〃 replied Frank。 But the usual spirit was absent from his voice； and he glanced at me soberly。 I knew I had turned white； for I felt the peculiar cold sensation on my face。
〃Now； look at that； will you？〃 cried Jones。 〃I don't like the looks of that。〃
He pointed to the herd。 They stopped browsing； and were uneasily shifting to and fro。 The bull lifted his head； the others slowly grouped together。
〃Storm！ Sandstorm！〃 exclaimed Jones； pointing desert…ward。 Dark yellow clouds like smoke were rolling； sweeping； bearing down upon us。 They expanded； blossoming out like gigantic roses； and whirled and merged into one another； all the time rolling on and blotting out the light。
〃We've got to run。 That storm may last two days；〃 yelled Frank to me。 〃We've had some bad ones lately。 Give your horse free rein； and cover your face。〃
A roar； resembling an approaching storm at sea； came on puffs of wind； as the horses got into their stride。 Long streaks of dust whipped up in different places； the silver…white grass bent to the ground； round bunches of sage went rolling before us。 The puffs grew longer； steadier； harder。 Then a shrieking blast howled on our trail； seeming to swoop down on us with a yellow； blinding pall。 I shut my eyes and covered my face with a handkerchief。 The sand blew so thick that it filled my gloves； pebbles struck me hard enough to sting through my coat。
Fortunately； Spot kept to an easy swinging lope； which was the most comfortable motion for me。 But I began to get numb； and could hardly stick on the saddle。 Almost before I had dared to hope； Spot stopped。 Uncovering my face； I saw Jim in the doorway of the lee side of the cabin。 The yellow； streaky； whistling clouds of sand split on the cabin and passed on； leaving a small； dusty space of light。
〃Shore Spot do hate to be beat；〃 yelled Jim； as he helped me off。 I stumbled into the cabin and fell upon a buffalo robe and lay there absolutely spent。 Jones and Frank came in a few minutes apart； each anathematizing the gritty； powdery sand。
All day the desert storm raged and roared。 The dust sifted through the numerous cracks in the cabin burdened our clothes； spoiled our food and blinded our eyes。 Wind； snow； sleet and rainstorms are discomforting enough under trying circumstances； but all combined； they are nothing to the choking stinging； blinding sandstorm。
〃Shore it'll let up by sundown；〃 averred Jim。 And sure enough the roar died away about five o'clock； the wind abated and the sand settled。
Just before supper； a knock sounded heavily o the cabin door。 Jim opened it to admit one of Emmett's sons and a very tall man whom none of us knew。 He was a sand…man。 All that was not sand seemed a space or two of corduroy； a big bone…handled knife； a prominent square jaw and bronze cheek and flashing eyes。
〃Get downget down； an' come in； stranger； said Frank cordially。
〃How do you do； sir；〃 said Jones。
〃Colonel Jones； I've been on your trail for twelve days；〃 announced the stranger； with a grim smile。 The sand streamed off his coat in little white streak。 Jones appeared to be casting about in his mind。
〃I'm Grant Wallace；〃 continued the newcomer。 〃I missed you at the El Tovar； at Williams and at Flagstaff； where I was one day behind。 Was half a day late at the Little Colorado； saw your train cross Moncaupie Wash； and missed you because of the sandstorm there。 Saw you from the other side of the Big Colorado as you rode out from Emmett's along the red wall。 And here I am。 We've never met till now； which obviously isn't my fault。〃
The Colonel and I fell upon Wallace's neck。 Frank manifested his usual alert excitation； and said： 〃Well； I guess he won't hang fire on a long cougar chase。〃 And Jimslow； careful Jim； dropped a plate with the exclamation： 〃Shore it do beat hell！〃 The hounds sniffed round Wallace； and welcomed him with vigorous tails。
Supper that night； even if we did grind sand with our teeth； was a joyous occasion。 The biscuits were flaky and light； the bacon fragrant and crisp。 I produced a jar of blackberry jam； which by subtle cunning I had been able to secrete from the Mormons on that dry desert ride； and it was greeted with acclamations of pleasure。 Wallace； divested of his sand guise； beamed with the gratification of a hungry man once more in the presence of friends and food。 He made large cavities in Jim's great pot of potato stew； and caused biscuits to vanish in a way that would not have shamed a Hindoo magician。 The Grand Canyon he dug in my jar of jam； however； could not have been accomplished by legerdemain。
Talk became animated on dogs； cougars； horses and buffalo。 Jones told of our experience out on the range； and concluded with some salient remarks。
〃A tame wild animal is the most dangerous of beasts。 My old friend； Dick Rock； a great hunter and guide out of Idaho； laughed at my advice； and got killed by one of his three…year…old bulls。 I told him they knew him just well enough to kill him； and they did。 My friend； A。 H。 Cole； of Oxford； Nebraska； tried to rope a Weetah that was too tame to be safe； and the bull killed him。 Same with General Bull； a member of the Kansas Legislature； and two cowboys who went into a corral to tie up a tame elk at the wrong time。 I pleaded with them not to undertake it。 They had not studied animals as I had。 That ta