"
Crossing the valley, they were soon penetrating among the foothills at
the base of the great uplifts, the tops of which bore eternal snow.
Wilder grew the scenery as they penetrated deeper into the wilderness.
Frank and his chums were almost awed by the grandeur of their
surroundings. At the same time, Jerry kept an eager eye on the watch for
signs of game. The sportsman spirit was strong in his nature, and
generally forged to the front.
It was Frank, however, who first chanced to spy something that excited
his attention.
"What is that moving up yonder, Mr. Mabie? There! Look! I declare if it
didn't jump straight across from that high rock to the other! Is that a
Rocky Mountain sheep, sir?" he asked.
"Just what it is, my lad; and if you feel inclined, there is a chance
for you to get a shot at it," came the quick reply.
"I would like it, first rate," declared Frank, immediately changing his
rifle from his back to his hands.
"All right, then. Listen, and I'll tell you how it may be done. We'll
rest our horses right here, for the last climb over this rough ridge to
the bank of the swift river lying between.
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