Way-Atcha, the Coon-Raccoon 
But this was too much. Even the children had 
no excuse to offer; their dresses were ruined. 
Way-atcha must go; and so it came about that 
Indian Pete was sent for. Way-atcha did not @ 
like the looks of this man, but he had no choice. Sy 
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the half-breed, much to Roy’s bewilderment, for 
he disliked the half-breed and despised his dog. 
Why they should let iat stranger carry off a member 
of his family was a puzzle. Roy growled a little, 
sniffed hard at the hunter’s legs, and watched him 
without a tailwag as he went off with the bulging 
bag. 
THE ANCIENT FOE 
It was the end of summer now, the Hunting 
Moon was at hand; the hunter had a new hound 
to train, and here was the chance to train him on 
Coon. Way-atcha had no claim on Peter’s af- 
fection, and nothing educates a dog for Coon so 
much as taking part in a Coon run and kill. 
This was then to be the end of Way-atcha. The 
trapper would use him, sacrifice him, to train his 
hunting dog. As he neared his shanty that dog 
came bounding forth, a lumbering half-breed hound, 
with a noisy yap which he uttered threefold when 
he sniffed the sack that held Way-atcha. 
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