Tito 



had also trotted over thirty miles, half of it with 

 a heavy baby to carry. But she did not rest. 

 She was just coming out of the den, carrying 

 her youngest in her mouth, when over the very 

 edge of this hollow appeared the mongrel 

 Hound, and a little way behind him Wolver Jake. 



Away went Tito, holding the baby tight, and 

 away went the Dog behind her. 



Bang ! hang I bang / said the revolver. 



But not a shot touched her. Then over the 

 ridge they dashed, where the revolver could 

 not reach her, and sped across a flat, the tired 

 Coyote and her baby, and the big fierce Hound 

 behind her, bounding his hardest. Had she 

 been fresh and unweighted she could soon have 

 left the clumsy cur that now was barking furi- 

 ously on her track and rather gaining than 

 losing in the race. But she put forth all her 

 strength, careered along a slope, where she 

 gained a little, then down across a brushy flat 

 where the cruel bushes robbed her of all she 

 had gained. But again into the open they 

 came, and the wolver, laboring far behind, got 

 sight of them and fired again and again with 

 his revolver, and only stirred the dust, but still 



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