Little Warhorse 
it. The answer is, if the creature that scared 
him up was one of his own kind—i.e., this was a 
false alarm—then at once, by showing his na- 
tional colors, the mistake is made right. On 
the other hand, if it be a Coyote, Fox, or Dog, 
they see at once, this is a Jack-rabbit, and 
know that it would be waste of time for them 
to pursue him. ‘They say in effect, “ This is a 
Jack-rabbit, and I cannot catch a Jack in open 
race.” They give it up, and that, of course, 
saves the Jack a great deal of unnecessary run- 
ning and worry. The black-and-white spots 
are the national uniform and flag of the Jacks. 
In poor specimens they are apt to be dull, but 
in the finest specimens they are not only larger, 
but brighter than usual, and the Little War- 
horse, gray when he sat in his form, blazed 
like charcoal and snow, when he flung his defi- 
ance to the Fox and buff Coyote, and danced 
with little effort before them, first a black-and- 
white Jack, then a little white spot, and last a 
speck of thistledown, before the distance swal- 
lowed him. 
Many of the farmers’ Dogs had learned the 
lesson: “A grayish Rabbit you may catch, but 
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