Chink : The Development of a Pup 



in many ways, but away back of all was a fibre 

 of strength that would grow with his years. 

 The moment that Coyote tried to follow into 

 the tent,— his master's tent, — Chink forgot all 

 his own fears, and turned on the enemy like a 

 little demon. 



The beasts feel the force of right and wrong 

 They know moral courage and cowardice. The 

 moral force was all with the little scared Dos, 

 and both animals seemed to know it. The 

 Coyote backed off, growling savagely, and vow- 

 ing, in Coyote fashion, to tear that Dog to 

 ribbons very soon. All the same, he did not 

 venture to enter the tent, as he clearly had in- 

 tended doing. 



Then began a literal siege ; for the Coyote 

 came back every little while, and walked round 

 the tent, scratching contemptuously with his 

 hind feet, or marching up to the open doer, to 

 be met at once, face to face, by poor little 

 Chink, who, really half dead with fear, was brave 

 again as soon as he saw any attempt to injure 

 the things in his charge. 



All this time Chink had nothing to eat. He 

 could slip out and get a drink at the near-by 



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