THE COYOTE OF PELICAN POINT 33 



returned to camp. "Knows a trick or two for every 

 one of mine. But I '11 fix him." 



Nothing was seen of the coyote all the early part 

 of the next day, and no effort was made to find him ; 

 but toward the middle of the afternoon, Harris 

 hitched up the bronco, and, unpacking a flat package 

 in the bottom of the buckboard, showed us a large 

 glass window, which he fitted as a door into one end 

 of the big dry-goods box. Then into the glass-ended 

 box he put the two hounds. 



"Now, gentlemen," he said, "I'm going to invite 

 you to take a sight-seeing trip on this auto out into 

 the sagebrush. Incidentally, if you chance to see a 

 coyote, don't mention it." 



If all the coyotes, jack-rabbits, gophers, and peli- 

 cans of the territory had come out to see us thump 

 and bump over the dry, uneven desert, I should not 

 have been surprised; and so, on coming back to camp, 

 it was with no wonder at all that I discovered the 

 coyote, out on the point, staring at us from across 

 the neck of the peninsula. Nothing like this had 

 happened on his side of the lake before. 



Harris saw him instantly, and was quick to recog- 

 nize our advantage. We had the coyote cornered 

 out on the long, narrow peninsula, where the dogs 

 must run him down. The wily creature had so far 

 forgotten himself as to get caught between us and 

 the ridge alongshore, and, partly in curiosity, had 

 kept running ahead and stopping to look at us, until 



