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It bothered Slone a little that he was getting into a lion country. Nagger
showed nervousness, something unusual for him. Slone tied both horses with
long halters and stationed them on patches of thick grass. Then he put a cedar
stump on the fire and went to sleep. Upon awakening and going to the spring he
was somewhat chagrined to see that deer had come down to drink early.
Evidently they were numerous. A lion country was always a deer country, for
the lions followed the deer.
Slone was packed and saddled and on his way before the sun reddened the canyon
wall. He walked the horses. From time to time he saw signs of Wildfire's
consistent progress. The canyon narrowed and the walls grew lower and the
grass increased. There was a decided ascent all the time. Slone could find no
evidence that the canyon had ever been traveled by hunters or Indians. The day
was pleasant and warm and still. Every once in a while a little breath of wind
would bring a fragrance of cedar and pinyon, and a sweet hint of pine and
sage.


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