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passed me as hard as he could go; I saw him disappear 

 into another washout, and then come out on the other 

 side, while the dogs were driving the coyote at an angle 

 down toward the creek. Pulling short to the right, I got 

 through the creek, hoping the coyote would cross, and the 

 result was that I galloped up to the worry almost as soon 

 as the foremost riders from the other side a piece of 

 good fortune for which I had only luck to thank. The 

 hounds caught the coyote as he was about crossing the 

 creek. From this point it was but a short distance into 

 camp. 



Again next morning we were off before the sun had 

 risen high enough to take away the cool freshness from 

 the air. This day we travelled several miles before we 

 saw our first coyote. It was on a huge, gently sloping 

 stretch of prairie, which ran down to the creek on our 

 right. We were travelling across it strung out in line 

 when the coyote sprang up a good distance ahead of the 

 dogs. They ran straight away from us at first. Then I 

 saw the coyote swinging to the right toward the creek 

 and I half-wheeled, riding diagonally to the line of the 

 chase. This gave me an excellent view of dogs and wolf, 

 and also enabled me to keep nearly abreast of them. On 

 this particular morning the dogs were Bevin's grey- 

 hounds and staghounds. From where the dogs started 

 they ran about three miles, catching their quarry in the 

 flat where the creek circled around in a bend, and when 

 it was not fifty yards from the timber. By this time the 

 puncher, Bony Moore, had passed me, most of the other 

 riders having been so far to the left when the run began 



