a coyote trotted into view. Without catching 

 sight of the near-by lion, he suddenly stopped 

 and fixed his gaze upon the point that so inter- 

 ested the crouching beast. The mystery was 

 solved when thirty or forty beavers came hurry- 

 ing into view. They had come from the ruined 

 Moraine Colony. 



I thought to myself that the coyote, stuffed 

 as he must be with the seared flesh of fire- 

 roasted victims, would not attack them; but a 

 lion wants a fresh kill for every meal, and so I 

 watched the movements of the latter. He ad- 

 justed his feet a trifle and made ready to spring. 

 The beavers were getting close; but just as I 

 was about to shout to frighten him the coyote 

 leaped among them and began killing. 



In the excitement of getting off the crag I 

 narrowly escaped breaking my neck. Once on 

 the ground I ran for the coyote, shouting wildly 

 to frighten him off; but he was so intent upon 

 killing that a violent kick in the ribs first made 

 him aware of my presence. In anger and excite- 

 ment he leaped at me with ugly teeth as he fled. 

 The lion had disappeared, and by this time the 



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