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"
Poor
fellow
!
"
soliloquised
Maurice
,
as
the
dog
disappeared
from
his
view
.
"
'
Tis
like
boating
one
's
self
,
or
one
's
dearest
friend
!
Well
,
I
shall
make
up
for
it
in
extra
kindness
if
I
have
the
good
fortune
to
see
him
again
.
"
And
now
,
that
he
is
gone
,
I
must
provide
against
the
coming
back
of
these
villainous
coyotés
.
They
will
be
sure
to
come
,
once
they
discover
that
I
'm
alone
.
"
A
scheme
had
been
already
considered
.
A
tree
stood
near
--
the
pecân
already
alluded
to
--
having
two
stout
branches
that
extended
horizontally
and
together
,
at
six
or
seven
feet
from
the
ground
.
Taking
off
his
cloak
,
and
spreading
it
out
upon
the
grass
,
with
his
knife
he
cut
a
row
of
holes
along
each
edge
.
Then
unwinding
from
his
waist
the
sash
of
china
crape
,
he
tore
it
up
the
middle
,
so
as
to
make
two
strips
,
each
several
yards
long
.
The
cloak
was
now
extended
between
the
branches
,
and
fast
tied
by
the
strips
of
crape
--
thus
forming
a
sort
of
hammock
capable
of
containing
the
body
of
a
man
laid
out
at
full
length
.
The
maker
of
it
knew
that
the
coyotés
are
not
tree
climbers
;
and
,
reclining
on
his
suspended
couch
,
he
could
observe
with
indifference
their
efforts
to
assail
him
.
He
took
all
this
trouble
,
feeling
certain
they
would
return
.
If
he
had
any
doubt
,
it
was
soon
set
at
rest
,
by
seeing
them
,
one
after
the
other
,
come
skulking
out
of
the
chapparal
,
lopping
a
pace
or
two
,
at
intervals
,
pausing
to
reconnoitre
,
and
then
advancing
towards
the
scene
of
their
late
conflict
.
