Tito 



the little brain that looked out of those chang- 

 ing yellow eyes was the storehouse of much 

 other knowledge about men, but what it was 

 did not appear. 



The Coyote was fully grown when the boss 

 of the outfit bought a couple of thoroughbred 

 Greyhounds, wonderful runners, to see whether 

 he could not entirely extirpate the remnant of 

 the Coyotes that still destroyed occasional 

 Sheep and Calves on the range, and at the same 

 time find amusement in the sport. He was tired 

 of seeing that Coyote in the yard ; so, deciding 

 to use her for training the Dogs, he had her 

 roughly thrown into a bag, then carried a quar- 

 ter of a mile away and dumped out. At the 

 same time the Greyhounds were slipped and 

 chivvied on. Away they went bounding at 

 their matchless pace, that nothing else on four 

 legs could equal, and away went the Coyote, 

 frightened by the noise of the men, frightened 

 even to find herself free. Her quarter-mile 

 start quickly shrank to one hundred yards, the 

 one hundred to fifty, and on sped the flying 

 Dogs. Clearly there was no chance for her. 

 On and nearer they came. In another minute 



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