Arizona republican., 1892-12-21
HUNTED BY A HOUND.

l inc largest and most ferocious blood Sound in Texas. It was hard enough to ,rntrol him at any time, but mad-I ,buddered at the thought My weeks visit at the Bolton ranch had satisfied me that my host really ,,red for only two things in the world his daughters and the man eater.
 "Where is Miss Sallie?" l inquired snIiOusly.
 oOh, that's all right" replied Bolton arelessly. "Sallie took her pony and vent off for a ride an hour ago, and the ! hound is safe enough. l took him by inc collar just now and locked him up where he won't get at anybody. But it breaks me up, old fellow; 1 wouldn't lose him for anything" My interest began to weaken. Miss Slle was safe, and the dog was locked m What was bloodhound to me? If he savage monster died, so much the terer
 walked of to the stable. A ride ver the prairie was not to be missed on Ech morning, and there would be a dance of riding back with Sallie.
 But was doomed to disappointment. Ny horse was lame. It did not take long DC0nvince me that somebody had been iiing him ths night before.
 Just then Pedro came in sight. The gly little Mexican gave . start when he aw me and looked away.
 You yellow rascal" shouted: you ni ny horse last nightT
 No, Senor."
 You are lyingr
 No, by all the saints, senor."
 Then where were you at midnight"
 T was attending to my business" nTped Pedro.
 He looked 60 Viciously mean and so myudent that l rave him light cut with my whip and told him to get out l 4 my sight He muttered something nd slunk of. There was no other ami nal that cared to ride. and made up ny mind to walk.
 had left the ranch several hundred yris behind me when 1 turned and bOked back. Even at that distance 1 could plainly recognize Pedro. He was Ealking around little cabin back of hs kitchen, and was apparently peep ng through the cracks.
 Looking at the man eater" said tc myself, 1t is good thing the beast is bCked up."
 The bracing morning air and the level Fairie stretching out before me for niles tempted me to take long walk Along way otf l could see a hill, the @ly one in all that fiat country. Why l0i climb it and see what was on the cher side? Perhaps Sallie was over here
 So walked on with swinging strides for couple of miles.
 Suddenly came to dead halt.
 That sounds like the man eaters Gk" l exclaimed. Again l heard it Gd stopped . moment.
 For an instant my muscles were par iyzsi-l was absolutely unable to move. Athousand horrible thoughts rushed niO my mind. If this mad bloodhound vas on my track my case was hopeless lcoud not get back to the ranch; there Vs not a tree in sight and the hill was Elmies away. What was to be done? !smmoned all my strength and made iun at the top of my speed. kept on sIong as could. and then paused to N and listen. The man eater was com rgmy way, but not much faster than @Vld run.
 resumed my flight. Would a mad aos have his usual keen instincts about ln' Would he pursue the trail or be- cone confused and give it up?
 These thoughts inspired me with a Alt hope. If the dogs slow progress aaOIed me to reach the hill, where there vas timber, l could climb tree, or pos aoy he would be missed and his master would ride in pursuit.
 From one point where there was a !'nte rise in the prairie l could see in ls distance a moving speck.
 hwas the man eater steadily follow n5my trail!
 Ny surmise turned out to be partly "Ilect, The animal seemed to be at 'aIt He would stop and run back a "V yards and branch of aimlessly in 0s'y direction. But this did not last ~g After a series of eccentric move ~5lS the hound would get on my track gam and rush forward. He was gain @and my chances of reaching the hill F.aA to look gloomy.
 '" the next fifteen minutes l did .Ie good running, but when l turned Scast a backward glance 1 could see oOog more plainly than ever.
 Oue thing encouraged me; he did not year to see me, but blundered on in 'S~llsy' ny dazed sort of way.
 mere were no streams to cross-noth- | s mat would throw him off the scent. ,., -Su 10 weapon, only small pocket ~. --s, and fight with a mad dog was '" the question. My strength was s.. %Ig out, and felt that the end was @ far of.
 "aen l again looked back the dog | S pot more than 300 yards away, and
 OSse of the hill was still mile off. rr 'pasm of terror seized me, but to T 5SuprSe the great brute suddenly s.Wn on his launches and howled q