II

Though not a regular traveller, I was ordered out on the road in the

autumn, and then Snap and the landlady were left together, with

unfortunate developments. Contempt on his part--fear on hers; and hate

on both.

I was placing a lot of barb-wire in the northern tier of States. My

letters were forwarded once a week, and I got several complaints from

the landlady about Snap.

Arrived at Mendoza, in North Dakota, I found a fine market for wire. Of

course my dealings were with the big storekeepers, but I went about

among the ranchmen to get their practical views on the different

styles, and thus I met the Penroof Brothers' Cow-outfit.

One cannot be long in Cow country now without hearing a great deal

about the depredations of the ever wily and destructive Gray-wolf. The

day has gone by when they can be poisoned wholesale, and they are a

serious drain on the rancher's profits. The Penroof Brothers, like most

live cattle-men, had given up all attempts at poisoning and trapping,

and were trying various breeds of Dogs as Wolf-hunters, hoping to get a

little sport out of the necessary work of destroying the pests.

Foxhounds had failed--they were too soft for fighting; Great Danes were

too clumsy, and Greyhounds could not follow the game unless they could

see it. Each breed had some fatal defect, but the cow-men hoped to

succeed with a mixed pack, and the day when I was invited to join in a

Mendoza Wolf-hunt, I was amused by the variety of Dogs that followed.

There were several mongrels, but there were also a few highly bred

Dogs--in particular, some Russian Wolfhounds that must have cost a lot

of money.

Hilton Penroof, the oldest boy, "The Master of Hounds," was unusually

proud of them, and expected them to do great things.

"Greyhounds are too thin-skinned to fight a Wolf, Danes are too slow,

but you'll see the fur fly when the Russians take a hand."

Thus the Greyhounds were there as runners, the Danes as heavy backers,

and the Russians to do the important fighting. There were also two or

three Foxhounds, whose fine noses were relied on to follow the trail if

the game got out of view.

It was a fine sight as we rode away among the Badland Buttes that

October day. The air was bright and crisp, and though so late, there

was neither snow nor frost. The Horses were fresh, and once or twice

showed me how a Cow-pony tries to get rid of his rider.

The Dogs were keen for sport, and we did start one or two gray spots in

the plain that Hilton said were Wolves or Coyotes. The Dogs trailed

away at full cry, but at night, beyond the fact that one of the

Greyhounds had a wound on his shoulder, there was nothing to show that

any of them had been on a Wolf-hunt.

"It's my opinion yer fancy Russians is no good, Hilt," said Garvin, the

younger brother. "I'll back that little black Dane against the lot,

mongrel an' all as he is."

"I don't unnerstan' it," growled Hilton. "There ain't a Coyote, let

alone a Gray-wolf, kin run away from them Greyhounds; them Foxhounds

kin folly a trail three days old, an' the Danes could lick a Grizzly."

"I reckon," said the father, "they kin run, an' they kin track, an'

they kin lick a Grizzly, maybe, but the fac' is they don't want to

tackle a Gray-wolf. The hull darn pack is scairt--an' I wish we had our

money out o' them."

Thus the men grumbled and discussed as I drove away and left them.

There seemed only one solution of the failure. The Hounds were swift

and strong, but a Gray-wolf seems to terrorize all Dogs. They have not

the nerve to face him, and so, each time he gets away, and my thoughts

flew back to the fearless little Dog that had shared my bed for the

last year. How I wished he was out here, then these lubberly giants of

Hounds would find a leader whose nerve would not fail at the moment of

trial.

At Baroka, my next stop, I got a batch of mail including two letters

from the landlady; the first to say that "that beast of a Dog was

acting up scandalous in my room," and the other still more forcible,

demanding his immediate removal. "Why not have him expressed to

Mendoza?" I thought. "It's only twenty hours; they'll be glad to have

him. I can take him home with me when I go through."

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