82 The Hunting Field With Horse and Hound 



to fail, but two others are racing it neck and neck for their 

 game, and are gaining, surely gaining. What a race, the coyote 

 is taking for the public park; can he ever reach the wire fenc- 

 ing that surrounds it? If he does and can go a few rods farther, 

 he will run out of view among the shrubs and rocks and the 

 game will be lost. 



The two leading hounds seem to take in the situation and put 

 on their last ounce of steam in one mighty effort to reach their 

 game. One of the two leading hounds is beginning to lag and 

 there is an open space of a rod between him and the leader, 

 who is now but a few feet from the coyote's brush. Then as if 

 the coyote had run himself to a standstill, the grand old hound 

 overtakes and catches him in a way to roll him over but his 

 own momentum is so great he cannot stop. However, hound 

 number two, which had, as Mr. Kenyon afterwards explained, 

 purposely lagged behind, was on to the coyote before he could 

 recover his feet. By this time the leading hound had returned 

 to take a hand in the struggle. In a moment more the other 

 hounds joined in the battle, but it was already over. With 

 the coyote hanging from an attendant's saddle, we jog back 

 to town, in ample time to change before lunch and see the taxi- 

 dermist who was to mount the coyote's head for the wall, and 

 pelt for a rug, for these tropliies had been presented to the 

 writer as a souvenir of his most delightful visit at Colorado 

 Springs, the most beautiful city of all the great plains. 



