Fred thought that he had no matches about his person; but he was making a
sort of aimless hunt when he found a solitary lucifer at the bottom of his
pocket. This he carefully struck against the rock behind him, and in a few
minutes the camp-fire was started and burning merrily.

As he sat down to wait he looked toward the point where the Irishman had
vanished from sight. There he was, bearing on his shoulders some choice
sections of a young antelope he had shot, although Fred recalled that he
had not heard the report of his gun, except when the grizzly was shot. As
Mickey came along over the same path taken by the boy, he was forced to
make a detour around the carcass of the bear. He paused to survey it, his
whole manner betraying great astonishment, as if he had never beheld
anything of the kind. He walked around the body several times, punched it
with his foot, and finally, grasping his twenty pounds of meat in his
right hand, approached the camp-fire.

Here he at once began the preparations for broiling it. The antelope had
been of goodly size and he had cut out the most luscious portions, so as
to avoid carrying back any waste material. He had a great deal more than
both could eat, it is true, but it was a commendable custom with the
Irishman to lay in a stock against emergencies that were likely to arise.

While thus employed, it would have been impossible for Mickey to hold his
tongue.

"Begorrah, but it was queer, was the same, the way I came to cotch this
gintleman. I hunted him a little ways, when he made a big jump, and I
thought had got a long ways off, but when I came to folly him, I found he
had cornered himself among the rocks, where there was no show of getting