Little Warhorse 
farms. This is good play against a Coyote, be- 
cause the farmers and the Dogs will often help 
the Jack, without knowing it, by attacking the 
Coyote. But now the plan did not work at 
all, for the little Dog managed to keep after 
him through one fence after another, and Jack 
Warhorse, not yet full-grown, much less sea- 
soned, was beginning to feel the strain. His 
ears were no longer up straight, but angling 
back and at times drooping to a level, as he 
darted through a very little hole in an Osage 
hedge, only to find that his nimble enemy had 
done the same without loss of time. In the 
_ middle of the field was a small herd of cattle 
_ and with them a calf. 
There is in wild animals a curious impulse to 
trust any stranger when in desperate straits. 
The foe behind they know means death. 
_ There is just a chance, and the only one left, that 
_ the stranger may prove friendly ; and it was this 
last desperate chance that drew Jack Warhorse 
to the Cows. 
It is quite sure that the Cows would have 
stood by in stolid indifference so far as the 
Rabbit was concerned, but they have a deep- 
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