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The
wounded
man
continued
to
exclaim
,
--
in
shouts
calling
for
help
.
The
horse
appeared
to
be
close
by
.
A
man
upon
his
back
could
not
fail
to
hear
them
.
But
there
was
no
response
.
The
horse
,
or
horseman
,
had
passed
on
.
The
hoof-strokes
became
less
distinct
.
Despair
once
more
returned
to
the
antagonist
of
the
coyotés
.
At
the
same
time
his
skulking
assailants
felt
a
renewal
of
their
courage
,
and
hastened
to
renew
the
conflict
.
Once
more
it
commenced
,
and
was
soon
raging
fiercely
as
before
--
the
wretched
man
believing
himself
doomed
,
and
only
continuing
the
strife
through
sheer
desperation
.
Once
more
was
it
interrupted
,
this
time
by
an
intruder
whose
presence
inspired
him
with
fresh
courage
and
hope
.
If
the
horseman
had
proved
indifferent
to
his
calls
for
help
,
not
so
the
hound
.
A
grand
creature
of
the
staghound
species
--
of
its
rarest
and
finest
breed
--
was
seen
approaching
the
spot
,
uttering
a
deep
sonorous
bay
,
as
with
impetuous
bound
it
broke
through
the
bushes
.
"
A
friend
!
thank
Heaven
,
a
friend
!
"
The
baying
ceased
,
as
the
hound
cleared
the
selvage
of
the
chapparal
,
and
rushed
open-mouthed
among
the
cowed
coyotés
--
already
retreating
at
his
approach
!
One
was
instantly
seized
between
the
huge
jaws
;
jerked
upward
from
the
earth
;
shaken
as
if
it
had
been
only
a
rat
;
and
let
go
again
,
to
writhe
over
the
ground
with
a
shattered
spine
!
