Lobo 



aver that this grim bandit could bear the three- 

 fold brunt, heart-whole? This only I know, 

 that when the morning dawned, he was lying 

 there still in his position of calm repose, his 

 body un wounded, but his spirit was gone— the 

 old King-wolf was dead. 



I took the chain from his neck, a cowboy 

 helped me to carry him to the shed where lay 

 the remains of Blanca, and as we laid him be- 

 side her, the cattle-man exclaimed: "There, 

 you would come to her, now you are together 

 again." 



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