Snap 
ing. “There he is, Dander; sic him—see 
him down there.” The Dog gazed earnestly 
where his master pointed, then seeming to see, 
he sprang to the ground with a slight yelp and 
sped away. The other Dogs followéd after, 
in an ever-lengthening procession, and we rode 
as hard as we could behind them, but losing 
time, for the ground was cut with gullies, 
spotted with badger-holes, and covered with 
rocks and sage that made full speed too haz- 
ardous. 
We all fell behind, and I was last, of course, 
being least accustomed to the saddle. We 
got several glimpses of the Dogs flying over the 
level plain or dropping from sight in gullies to 
reappear at the other side. Dander, the Grey- 
hound, was the recognized leader, and as we 
mounted another ridge we got sight of the 
whole chase—a Coyote at full speed, the | 
Dogs a quarter of a mile behind, but gaining. 
When next we saw them the Coyote was dead, 
and the Dogs sitting around panting, all but 
two of the Foxhounds and Gingersnap. 
“Too late for the fracas,” remarked Hilton, 
glancing at these last Foxhounds. Then he 
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