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was the food, but for the moment the hunted, 

 defenceless animal, always on the alert, feared 

 to trust herself to eat it. The wolf, concealed 

 behind some large tufts of bunch-grass, saw her 

 and crept slowly behind her against the wind, 

 showing his teeth and licking his jaws as he 

 thought of his expected supper. White-Jack 

 all unconscious of her most dreaded enemy 

 overcame her fear, moved forward and began 

 to eat, but never ceased to listen and watch. 

 The coyote drew nearer and with one leap 

 sprang at White-Jack before she had scarcely 

 begun to enjoy the much needed food. White- 

 Jack, warned just in time by her alert senses, 

 instantly sprang forward with a great leap, 

 entirely clearing the sage-brush and leaving 

 some twenty feet between herself and the 

 now furious coyote. On and on with a wildly 

 beating heart the frightened White-Jack leaped 

 across the prairie toward the friendly barn- 

 yard. In close pursuit came the hungry, dis- 

 appointed coyote. White-Jack could see the 

 fierce yellow eyes and wide open mouth of 

 the coyote as he sprang at her in the sage- 

 brush and the memory seemed to add new 



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