Tito 



neck of his own Turkey Gobbler, and that was 

 all he got for his pains. 



XIV 



Tito had not been idle during the time that 

 the enemy was Horse-hunting. Whatever Sad- 

 dleback might have done, Tito would live in no 

 fool's paradise. Having finished the new den, 

 she trotted back to the little valley of feathers, 

 and the first young one that came to meet her 

 at the door of this home was a broad-headed 

 one much like herself. She seized him by the 

 neck and set off, carrying him across country 

 toward the new den, a couple of miles away. 

 Every little while she had to put her offspring 

 down to rest and give it a chance to breathe. 

 This made the moving slow, and the labor of 

 transporting the pups occupied all that day, for 

 Saddleback was not allowed to carry any of 

 them, probably because he was too rough. 



Beginning with the biggest and brightest, 

 they were carried away one at a time, and late 

 in the afternoon only the runt was left. Tito 

 had not only worked at digging all night, she 



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