"Oh, Mr. Monroe," said Jack, "is that a coyote off there?"
"No, that sinopah--what you say it, Hugh?" was the reply.
"Kit fox is what I call him, some calls 'em swift. I've heard folks
say that they were the fastest thing that runs on the prairie, but
it ain't so, by a long shot. There's just plenty of swifter animals.
Still you can see easy enough where people get the idea that they run
so fast. They're mighty level-gaited and seem to sort o' glide along
instead of running. Just watch that fellow now and see how smooth he
runs.
"Hallo, Hugh," interrupted John, "you get it one coyote?"
"Well, looks like it, don't it?" said Hugh. The little wolf lay near
the block of wood, from the holes in which much of the tallow had
been licked. It was a pretty creature, about as large as a small
setter dog, yellowish grey in colour, and with thick heavy fur and a
bushy tail. Its sharp nose gave it a wise, cunning look.
"He been two of it here, Hugh," said John, whose eyes was constantly
wandering about over the snow. "Two coyote and sinopah."
"Yes; the other one's gone back along the trail to the ranch. They've
eat up all the scraps I scattered here. Well, I'll put this one on
the horse, and skin it at the house." Hugh thrust the coyote into one
of the sacks on the pack horse, and they went on.
A mile or two further along on the trail they found where the second
coyote had turned off toward the mountain, and both men said that
this one had probably not eaten any of the poisoned tallow. That
afternoon Hugh showed Jack how to skin a coyote.
CHAPTER XI
JACK'S FIRST ELK
The next two or three weeks were warm and bright and the snow melted
fast. The little brooks that ran down from the mountains were full of
water. Out on the edge of the hay meadows the men were working with
ploughs, spades and hoes, mending the irrigation ditches, which would
be used to turn the water on the hay land after all the snow water
had run off and the dry season had come. There was much of this work
to be done, and all were busy at it, except John Monroe and Jack, who
rode together each day.
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