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“T reckon,” said the father, “they kin run, 
an’ they kin track, an’ they kin lick a Grizzly, 
maybe, but the fac’ is they don’t want to tackle 
a Gray-wolf. The hull darn pack is scairt— 
an’ I wish we had our money out o’ them.” 
Thus the men grumbled and discussed as I 
drove away and left them. 
There seemed only one solution of the fail- 
ure. The Hounds were swift and strong, but a 
Gray-wolf seems to terrorize all Dogs. They 
have not the nerve to face him, and so, each 
time he gets away, and my thoughts flew back 
to the fearless little Dog that had shared my 
bed for the last year. How I wished he was 
out here, then these lubberly giants of Hounds 
would find a leader whose nerve would not fail 
at the moment of trial. 
At Baroka, my next stop, I got a batch of 
mail including two letters from the landlady; 
the first to say that ‘that beast of a Dog was 
acting up scandalous in my room,” and the 
other still more forcible, demanding his immedi- 
ate removal. 
“Why not have him expressed to Mendoza?” 
I thought. “It’s only twenty hours; they ’ll 
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