Tito 



of the string, and then lay on the ground flop- 

 ping stupidly. Presently the clog gave enough 

 to ease the strain, she turned by mere chance 

 in another direction, and so, for a time, stood 

 up to look around. 



The day went slowly by, and Jake lazily 

 stretched himself on the blanket in his spying- 

 place. Toward evening Tito came by on a 

 hunt. This was not surprising, for the den was 

 only half a mile away. Tito had learned, among 

 other rules, this, " Never show yourself on the 

 sky-line." In former days the Coyotes used to 

 trot along the tops of the ridges for the sake of 

 the chance to watch both sides. But men and 

 guns had taught Tito that in this way you are 

 sure to be seen. She therefore made a practice 

 of running along near the top, and once in a 

 while peeping over. 



This was what she did that evening as she 

 went out to hunt for the children's supper, and 

 her keen eyes fell on the white Hen, stupidly 

 stalking about and turning up its eyes in a wise 

 way each time a harmless Turkey-buzzard came 

 in sight against a huge white cloud. 



Tito was puzzled. This was something new. 



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