“The other three rode up and looked at me, and they all needed killing.  Horse, bear, and man were so badly mixed up, they dared not shoot.  One laughed till he cried, another one was so near limp he looked like a ghost, while one finally found his senses and, dismounting, cut the rope in half a dozen places and untied the bundle.  My horse floundered to his feet and ran off, but before the bear could free the noose, the boys got enough lead into him at close quarters to hold him down.  The entire detachment came out of the thicket, and their hilarity knew no bounds.  I was the only man in the crowd who didn’t enjoy the bear chase.  Right then I made a resolve that hereafter, when volunteers are called for to rope a bear, my accomplishments in that line will remain unmentioned by me.  I’ll eat my breakfast first, anyhow, and think it over carefully.”

“Dogs and horses are very much alike about a bear,” said one of the boys.  “Take a dog that never saw a bear in his life, and let him get a sniff of one, and he’ll get up his bristles like a javeline and tuck his tail and look about for good backing or a clear field to run.”

Long John showed symptoms that he had some yarn to relate, so we naturally remained silent to give him a chance, in case the spirit moved in him.  Throwing a brand into the fare after lighting his cigarette, he stretched himself on the ground, and the expected happened.

“A few years ago, while rangering down the country,” said he, “four of us had trailed some horse-thieves down on the Rio Grande, when they gave us the slip by crossing over into Mexico.  We knew the thieves were just across the river, so we hung around a few days, in the hope of catching them, for if they should recross into Texas they were our meat.  Our plans were completely upset the next morning, by the arrival of twenty United States cavalrymen on the cold trail of four deserters.  The fact that these deserters were five days ahead and had crossed into Mexico promptly on reaching the river, did not prevent this squad of soldiers from notifying both villages on each side of the river as to their fruitless errand.  They couldn’t follow their own any farther, and they managed to scare our quarry into hiding in the interior.  We waited until the soldiers returned to the post, when we concluded we would take a little pasear over into Mexico on our own account.

“We called ourselves horse-buyers.  The government was paying like thirty dollars for deserters, and in case we run across them, we figured it would pay expenses to bring them out.  These deserters were distinguishable wherever they went by the size of their horses; besides, they had two fine big American mules for packs.  They were marked right for that country.  Everything about them was muy grande.  We were five days overtaking them, and then at a town one hundred and forty miles in the interior.  They had celebrated their desertion the day previous to our arrival by getting drunk, and when the horse-buyers arrived they were in jail.  This last condition rather frustrated our plans for their capture, as we expected to kidnap them out.  But now we had red tape authorities to deal with.