of a good size, and can find some means of subsisting. For my part, I
wouldn't care if every panther in the Northwest were rubbed out. I've no
love for the sly beasts. They've robbed me of more than one fine calf, I
can tell you."

After breakfast a hunt was organized.

"We ought to get an elk before leaving up here," said the stockman as
they prepared to go forth again in a squad; "and as this will be our
last day in camp by the falls, we must look sharp."

"Then we make tracks to-morrow?" asked Frank.

"Hardly that, since we go by water. You've seen the three bullboats
yonder. We send our tents and all other things around with the horses,
while we shoot the rapids, and enjoy the most exhilarating boat ride you
ever dreamed of. Just wait and see, boys. It will be something worth
while."

After all, the stockman was unable to start out with them. He was
subject to attacks of rheumatism, due to his age, and many exposures in
the past. When one of these came on Mr. Mabie was unable to walk any
distance, and, unfortunately, he experienced such an attack that
morning.

"Sorry, boys, but it can't be helped. Reddy, here, will have to take my
place. You don't need me, that's plain. Only don't be too reckless, now.
That's the fault with most youngsters," and he shook his head at Bluff,
who turned fiery red as his eyes fell upon the panther, which Billy was
skinning at that moment.