Courtesy of American Museum of Natural History.
Smilodon, the Sabre-Tooth Tiger.
One of the most ferocious of the animals against which Primitive Man had to fight his way.
“That outbids my pile!” the range-rider exclaimed. “Which I’ve always been able to hand out a pony’s age by lookin’ at his teeth, but when it comes to followin’ a trail a million years old, why, I can’t sit in for that game. But as long as you like to talk I’ll keep my ears right up, listenin’!”
Antoine looked at his watch.
“If we’re going to get to Blue Goose Gully,” he said, “I think we’ll have to start. I’ve made notes of my bearings.”
“C’n you find the place again?” queried the cowboy.
“Yes, yes, easily,” the young paleontologist answered. “It is east-south-east of that peak, north and a half west of that butte, and due east of that rocky spur. I can ride straight to it to-morrow.”
“Smooth as a card-sharp with a stacked deck,” declared the range-rider. “Which if you’re ridin’ back, gents, that’s my trail, too,” and without further word, he wheeled his pony and started up the gully.