The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-09-15

This must De the source OF
Dyke Creek" said Doniphan.
"Well, let's stop on its right
bank" replied Gordon, cts five
o'clock, and we might as vel
spend the night near this creek
under the big trees"
Service prepared the second
crane for dinner. It was a roast
again but that was unavoidable
in camping out.
Gordon and Baxter went into
the woods, one to search for new
plants. the other to use his laSSo
and his bolas. They had gone
about a hundred feet when Cor
don pointed to a group of animals
frolicking in the grass.
"Goats?" asked Baxter in a low
voice.
COR at least animals that look
like goats" replied Gordon. Let's
try and catch some Of them"
"Alive?"
"Sure it's a good thing Doni.
phan's not along or he'd have shot
one already and scared the others
away"
"Let's go carefully. Don't let
them see u.s.
There were about a dozen ami
mails. One Of them, probably a
mother, sensing danger, was sniff
ing the air and looking around
sharply.
Suddenly the bolas went whist
ling from Baxter's hand about
20 feet from the group. Skill
fully and vigorously thrown, they
enrolled themselves around goat
while the others quickly disap-
peared.
Gordon and Baxter ran to the
goat which vainly tried to free
herself. She was seized and tied,
and with her we're taken two little
kids that instinct had kept near
their mother.
"Hurrah!" cried Baxter in the
Joy of success. "Hurrah! are they
really goats?"
mo" said Gordon, ct think
they're probably llamaS."
''Do they give milk?"
certainly"
"Well, all right for llamaS,
then!"
Gordon was right. Llamas are
similar to goats, but their legs are
longer and their wool shorter and
as fine as silk. Their head is small
and has no horns. They generally
live in the pampas of South Amer
lea and territories near the Magel-
Ian Straits.
Bakers Success
imagine the reception given to
Gordon and Baxter when they re-
turned to camp, one pulling the
llama by the ropes of the bolaS, the
other carrying a kid under each
arm. Since the mother was still
feeding them, it was probable that
the boys would be able to raise
them without great trouble. They
might be the nucleus of a flock
which would be useful to the col
ony. Doniphan regretted losing a
shot, but the bolaS we're more use
full than guns in taking game alive.
The night was not as peaceful
as the one on Sandy Desert. About
3 o'clock in the morning a great
noise was heard, real roaring,
which was evidently quite close to
the camp.
Doniphan, who was on watch
near the fire, his gun ready at
hand. did not call his comrades.
But the roars became so strong
that the others woke up by them
selves.
"What is it?" asked Wilcox.
''It sounds like wild animals"
said Doniphan.
They're probably jaguars or
cougars" said Gordon. Zones as
bad as the other"
"Not quite" said Doniphan;
"the cougar is less dangerous than
the jaguar, but in packs both are
bad"
The others got out their revol-
vers.
Don't shoot until you're certain
Of q real hit" warned Gordon.
"Besides think the fire will keep
them away"
"They're not far off" cried
Cross.
This was true. The pack must
have been close to the camp judg-
ing by the actions of Phann, held
back with difficulty by Gordon.
But nothing could be seen.
Doubtless these animals came
each night to drink near the boys
camp. Having found the place &C.
cupied, they showed their disap-
prevail by these frightful roarings.
Suddenly, at less than 20 feet,
two points, clear and moving, ap-
peared in the dark. Immediately
a shot was heard.
Doniphan had fired, and new
roars, stronger than ever, an
swered. The boys again prepared