have seen us coming, and started to have dinner cooked."

It proved to be just as Mr. Mabie said. A most appetizing camp dinner
was ready for them when they arrived. Perhaps Jerry and Frank may have
thought it did not fully come up to some similar feasts they had helped
prepare in the woods, but of course they never hinted at such a thing;
for those cowboys, while the most accommodating of fellows, were also
thin-skinned in some respects.

Will was fairly delighted at the romantic looks of the camp, back of
which the waterfall came tumbling down. He could hardly wait to eat his
dinner before he set to work to secure a _fac-simile_ of the picture,
with the party gathered around the fire, and the three tents making a
pleasing contrast to the dark green of the piñon trees.

Most of the party were contented to remain quiet during the balance of
the day, but Bluff developed an unusually ambitious spirit for action.
Truth to tell, he secretly considered that his chums were having more
than their share of good luck in making a record at bagging game, and
thought it time he started in.

Mr. Mabie had made him accept the use of a spare hunting-knife. It was a
short, though serviceable weapon, and had doubtless done splendid
execution in days gone by. Bluff used to take it out when he thought no
one was looking, run his finger over the keen edge, gaze sadly at the
dim blade, and shake his head. He could not get the memory of that other
grand specimen of the cutler's skill out of his mind, and his soul was
filled with bitterness because of its strange absence.

"Look out for wolves!" called Reddy, but Bluff only waved his hand in