Chink : The Development of a Pup 



to distinguish himself, he dashed after the Co- 

 yote, who loped lightly away, and there was a 

 pretty good race for a quarter of a mile ; but it 

 was nothing to the race which began when the 

 Coyote turned on his pursuer. 



Chink realized all at once that he had been 

 lured into the power of a Tartar, and strained 

 every muscle to get back to camp. The Coyote 

 was swifter, and soon overtook the Dog, nipping 

 him first on one side, then on the other, with 

 manifest glee, as if he were cracking a series of 

 good jokes at Chink's expense. 



Chink yelped and howled and ran his hardest, 

 but had no respite from his tormentor till he 

 dashed right into camp ; and we, I am afraid, 

 laughed with the Coyote, and the Puppy did 

 not get the sympathy he deserved for his trouble 

 in doing as he was told. 



One more experience like this, on a smaller 

 scale, was enough to dampen even Chink's en- 

 thusiasm. He decided to let that Coyote very 

 much alone in future. 



Not so the Coyote, however. He had discov- 

 ered a new and delightful amusement. He 

 came daily now and hung about the camp, 



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