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Ha
!
what
was
that
--
that
sound
of
different
import
?
It
resembled
the
pattering
of
little
feet
upon
the
sandy
channel
of
the
stream
,
accompanied
by
quick
breathings
,
as
of
animal
in
a
state
of
excitement
.
He
looked
around
for
an
explanation
.
"
Only
the
coyotés
!
"
was
his
reflection
,
on
seeing
a
score
of
these
animals
flitting
to
and
fro
,
skulking
along
both
banks
of
the
stream
,
and
"
squatting
"
upon
the
grass
.
Hitherto
he
had
felt
no
fear
--
only
contempt
--
for
these
cowardly
creatures
.
But
his
sentiments
underwent
a
change
,
on
his
noticing
their
looks
and
attitudes
.
The
former
were
fierce
;
the
latter
earnest
and
threatening
.
Clearly
did
the
coyotés
mean
mischief
.
He
now
remembered
having
heard
,
that
these
animals
--
ordinarily
innocuous
,
from
sheer
cowardice
--
will
attack
man
when
disabled
beyond
the
capability
of
defending
himself
.
Especially
will
they
do
so
when
stimulated
by
the
smell
of
blood
.
His
had
flowed
freely
,
and
from
many
veins
--
punctured
by
the
spines
of
the
cactus
.
His
garments
were
saturated
with
it
,
still
but
half
dry
.
On
the
sultry
atmosphere
it
was
sending
forth
its
peculiar
odour
.
The
coyotés
could
not
help
scenting
it
.
Was
it
this
that
was
stirring
them
to
such
excited
action
--
apparently
making
them
mad
?
