of you, Judith, if you had all the education in the world. Don't forget to come up on Sunday."
"I suppose I'll have to lend my support," said Judith. "But I still think you are a fool."
"You can think me all the fools you want to, if you'll just keep backing me," replied Douglas, striding out to the whinnying Moose.
He found old Johnny and the preacher on terms of easy friendship. Johnny was inclined to be patronizing but Douglas caught the twinkle in Fowler's eyes and made no attempt to control Johnny's manners.
It was not until nearly bed time that Doug missed Prince. The old dog was gradually giving up the solitary coyote hunts he had taken in his younger days and, contrary too, to his earlier habits, he now liked to sleep indoors. He was usually shivering on the door-step waiting for a chance to scramble under the stove when Doug went out to look at the stock for the night.
But to-night he was not there, nor did his short bark come in response to Doug's whistling. Old Johnny and the preacher came to the door.
"Stop your whistling and listen, Douglas," suggested Fowler.
Douglas obeyed, and faintly on the frosty air sounded the reiterated yelps of a dog.
"That's Prince and he's in trouble!" exclaimed Doug. "He's up on the shoulder of Lost Chief, I depone," said Johnny.
"I'll go up there." Douglas took his rifle from behind the door and hurried out to the corral. The two men followed him, and by the time Doug had buckled on his spurs, they had saddled his horse.
"Either he's got into a trap or he's tackled something
