Badlands Billy 
meat, when a sharp clank was heard and a yelp 
from a Coyote. At the same time the quiet 
night was shocked with a roar and a flash of 
fire. Heavy shots spattered Calf and Coyotes, 
and yelping like beaten Dogs they scattered, 
excepting one that was killed and a second 
struggling in the trap set here by the ever- 
active wolvers. The air was charged with the 
hateful smells redoubled now, and _ horrid 
smells additional. The Yellow Wolf glided 
down a hollow and led her Cub away in flight, 
but, as they went, they saw a man rush from 
the bank near where the mother’s nose had 
warned her of the human scent. They saw 
him kill the caught Coyote and set the traps 
for more. 
VI 
THE BEGUILING OF THE YELLOW WOLF 
The life game is a hard game, for we may 
win ten thousand times, and if we fail but once 
our gain is gone. How many hundred times 
had the Yellow Wolf scorned the traps; how 
many Cubs she had trained to do the same! 
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