Tito 



had to give up the hunt anyway. His under- 

 standing of the details was as different as pos- 

 sible from that the Mother Coyote had, and 

 yet it came to the same thing. He recognized 

 that the Coyote's bark was the voice of the dis- 

 tressed mother trying to call him away. So he 

 knew the brood must be close at hand, and all 

 he now had to do was return in the morning and 

 complete his search. So he made his way back 

 to his camp. 



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Saddleback thought they had won the victory. 

 He felt secure, because the foot-scent that he 

 might have supposed the man to be following 

 would be stale by morning. Tito did not feel 

 so safe. That two-legged beast was close to 

 her home and her little ones ; had barely been 

 turned aside ; might come back yet. 



The wolver watered and repicketed his Horse, 

 kindled the fire anew, made his coffee and ate 

 his evening meal, then smoked awhile before 

 lying down to sleep, thinking occasionally of 

 the little woolly scalps he expected to gather in 

 the morning. 



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