Laughed Bert. "A little while ago the question was what was he going to do with us." "I

don't know," he mused, "what we can do. We can't skin him, because we haven't
the proper knives, and then, too, it takes an expert to get that hide off without spoiling it. On the other hand, we
can't leave it here and expect to
find it in the morning. The other animals will feast on the carcass, and the skin won't be any good when they've got through tearing it. If it were a deer we could hang it up out of reach. But we couldn't even move this mountain, let alone lift it." "Of course we can come
back and get the teeth and claws, anyway," put in Dick. "But I hate like thunder to lose the skin."
"I tell you what," suggested Bert. "Let's

hustle around and get as many big stones as we can find. We'll pile up

a sort of funeral mound around him that the animals can't work through
or pull away. Then in the morning we'll get some of the boys from

the ranch to come up with us and get the
hide. It may not work, b ut I think it will, and, anyway, we've got to take the chance." Luckily
for the carrying out of the plan, big stones abounded in t