price of peace.

But the forage was poor here; there were too many cattle; and Wahb was
making for a far-away pinon woods in the Meteetsee Canon when he saw a
man, just like the one he had seen on that day of sorrow. At the same
moment he heard a _bang_, and some sage-brush rattled and fell just over
his back. All the dreadful smells and dangers of that day came back to
his memory, and Wahb ran as he never had run before.

He soon got into a gully and followed it into the canon. An opening
between two cliffs seemed to offer shelter, but as he ran toward it a
Range-cow came trotting between, shaking her head at him and snorting
threats against his life.

He leaped aside upon a long log that led up a bank, but at once a savage
Bobcat appeared on the other end and warned him to go back. It was no
time to quarrel. Bitterly Wahb felt that the world was full of enemies.
But he turned and scrambled up a rocky bank into the pinon woods that
border the benches of the Meteetsee.

The Pine Squirrels seemed to resent his coming, and barked furiously.
They were thinking about their pinon-nuts. They knew that this Bear was
coming to steal their provisions, and they followed him overhead to
scold and abuse him, with such an outcry that an enemy might have
followed him by their noise, which was exactly what they intended.

There was no one following, but it made Wahb uneasy and nervous. So he
kept on till he reached the timber line, where both food and foes were
scarce, and here on the edge of the Mountain-sheep land at last he got a
chance to rest.