Snap 
proudly petted Dander. “ Did n’t need yer 
purp after all, ye see.” 
“Takes a heap of nerve for ten big Dogs to 
face one little Coyote,” remarked the father, 
sarcastically. ‘‘ Wait till we run onto a Gray.” 
Next day we were out again, for I made up 
my mind to see it to a finish. 
From a high point we caught sight of a 
moving speck of gray. A moving white speck 
stands for Antelope, a red speck for Fox, a 
gray speck for either Gray-wolf or Coyote, and 
which of these is determined by its tail. If the 
glass shows the tail down, it is a Coyote; if up, 
it is the hated Gray-wolf. 
Dander was shown the game as before and 
led the motley mixed procession—as he had 
before— Greyhounds, Wolfhounds, Foxhounds, 
Danes, Bull-terrier, horsemen. We got a mo- 
mentary view of the pursuit; a Gray-wolf it 
surely was, loping away ahead of the Dogs. 
Somehow I thought the first Dogs were not 
running so fast now as they had after the Coy- 
ote. But no one knew the finish of the hunt. 
The Dogs came back to us one by one, and we 
saw no more of that Wolf. 
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