Bingo 



the preliminaries, he became keenly interested 

 and studied a coyote's track that came and 

 went, saying to himself, as I afterward learned : 



"A coyote track coming from the north, 

 smelling of dead cow. Indeed? Pollworth's 

 old Brindle must be dead at last. This is worth 

 looking into." 



At other times he would wag his tail, trot 

 about the vicinity and come again and again to 

 make his own visit more evident, perhaps for 

 the benefit of his brother Bill just back from 

 Brandon ! So that it was not by chance that 

 one night Bill turned up at Bingo's home and 

 was taken to the hills where a delicious dead 

 horse afforded a chance to suitably celebrate 

 the reunion. 



At other times he would be suddenly aroused 

 by the news, take up the trail, and race to the 

 next station for later information. 



Sometimes his inspection produced only an 

 air of grave attention, as though he said to him- 

 self, "Dear me, who the deuce is this?" or 

 " It seems to me I met that fellow at the Por- 

 tage last summer." 



One morning on approaching the post Bin- 

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