"Down the canyon," I said, "Santa and he had a mix up."
"In which Jo joined," remarked the captain, "a foolhardy affair, but I can understand how Jo was carried away for the moment. As we get older we become more cautious."
"I see where you landed on him a couple of times with your knife," said Jim. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"If you are waking call me early, mother dear," I quoted.
"Never mind your poetry, the next time Brer Wolf calls, I'm going to answer," said Jim.
"It will be a nice thing to add to our collection, along with the bear skin," I remarked.
We found that Santa Anna was pretty well chewed up about the neck, and the captain had to doctor him up and also do some surgical work.
As we sat around the campfire in the morning eating our breakfast, the captain made a suggestion.
"I was thinking, Jim," he said, "that we might put in a day or two hunting before we go on. If I remember rightly this is a pretty fair section for game."
"It's a fine idea," said Jim, "let's start out to-day."