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feature, a little white Dog that stayed close by 
me, and not only any Dogs, but Horses that 
came too near were apt to get a surprise from 
his teeth. I think he quarrelled with every 
man, Horse, and Dog in the country, with the 
exception of a Bull-terrier belonging to the 
Mendoza hotel man. She was the only one 
smaller than himself, and they seemed very 
good friends. 
I shall never forget the view of the hunt I 
had that day. We were on one of those large, 
flat-headed buttes that give a kingdom to the 
eye, when Hilton, who had been scanning the 
vast country with glasses, exclaimed: “I see 
him. There he goes, toward Skull Creek. 
Guess it ’s a Coyote.” 
Now the first thing is to get the Greyhounds 
to see the prey—not an easy matter, as they can- 
not use the glasses, and the ground was covered 
with sage-brush higher than the Dogs’ heads. 
But Hilton called, ‘‘ Hu, hu, Dander,” and 
leaned aside from his saddle, holding out his 
foot at the same time. With one agile bound 
Dander leaped to the saddle and there stood 
balancing on the Horse while Hilton kept point- 
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