Snap 
Sarcastic remarks and recrimination were now 
freely indulged in by the hunters. 
“Pah! scairt, plumb scairt,’’ was the fa- 
ther’s disgusted comment on the pack. ‘‘ They 
could catch up easy enough, but when he turned 
on them, they lighted out for home—pah!”’ 
“Where ’s that thar onsurpassable, fearless, 
scaired-o’-nort Tarrier?”’ asked Hilton, scorn- 
fully. 
“T don’t know,’ said I. “I am inclined to 
think he never saw the Wolf; but if he ever 
does, I ’ll bet he sails in for death or glory.” 
That night several Cows were killed close tothe 
ranch, and we were spurred on to another hunt. 
It opened much like the last. Late in the 
afternoon we sighted a gray fellow with tail 
up, not half a mile off. Hilton called Dander 
up on the saddle. I acted on the idea and 
called Snap to mine. His legs were so short 
that he had to leap several times before he 
made it, scrambling up at last with my foot as 
a half-way station. I pointed and “sic-ed” 
for a minute before he saw the game, and then 
he started out after the Greyhounds, already 
gone, with energy that was full of promise. 
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