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Way-Atcha, the Coon-Raccoon 
ran away in some alarm, but laughing. The dog 
rushed at the Coon till the chain brought him up 
with a jerk, and now the Coon was free from all 
attack, was free to run. And then how he ran! 
With the quick instinct of a hunted race, he dashed 
away behind a tree to get out of sight, and, zig- 
zagging, bounded off, seeking the thickest cover, 
running as he never had run before. 
Back came the half-breed to release the dog. 
Tight as a guy-rope was the chain that held that 
crazy, raging cur, so tight the chain that he could 
not get the little slack he needed to unhook the 
snap. Cursing the dog, jerking him back again 
and again, he fumbled to unhook the snap; and 
as he jerked and shouted, the dog jerked more 
and barked, so made it harder. Two or three 
minutes indeed he struggled to release the chain, 
and then he had to catch and hold the dog so as 
«to free him by slipping his collar. Away went the 
dog to the place where last he saw the Coon. 
But the victim was gone; those precious three 
minutes meant so much, and responsive to the 
hunter’s “sic him” “sic him” the dog raced around. 
His nostrils found the trail, instinctively he yelped, 
then followed it, at every bound a yelp. Then he 
lost it, came back, found it again, and yelped, 
and slowly followed, or if he went too fast he lost 
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