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the Horses' hoofs the Coyote arose to her 

 front feet. Jake drew his revolver and fired, 

 but the only effect was fully to alarm her. She 

 tried to run, but her hind legs were paralyzed. 

 She put forth all her strength, dragging her hind 

 legs. Now, when the poison was no longer in 

 the stomach, will-power could do a great deal. 

 Had she been allowed to lie down then she 

 would have been dead in five minutes ; but the 

 revolver-shots and the man coming stirred her 

 to strenuous action. Madly she struggled again 

 and again to get her hind legs to work. All 

 the force of desperate intent she brought to 

 bear. It was like putting forth tenfold power to 

 force the nervous fluids through their blocked-up 

 channels as she dragged herself with marvellous 

 speed downhill. What is nerve but will? The 

 dead wires of her legs were hot with this fresh 

 power, multiplied, injected, blasted into them. 

 They had to give in. She felt them thrill with 

 life again. Each wild shot from the gun lent 

 vital help. Another fierce attempt, and one 

 hind leg obeyed the call to duty. A few more 

 bounds, and the other, too, fell in. Then lightly 

 she loped away among the broken buttes, 



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