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Did his kind ever do aught for revenge kill except in defense of their own lives? And was not this Dog-Wolf lying helpless between his horns beyond all chance of doing him injury this Mongrel that had been as a Brother to him when they were Outcasts? Also the Wolves were dead trampled into silence.
"See how gently he moves toward them. Danger! One Bull's head is up; he has discovered that it is not a Buffalo; now he has whispered to the others, for they are moving slowly. Thou hast spoken truth, A'tim a strange thing for a Dog-Wolf, too," he muttered to himself "it will be a mighty Kill. How slowly the Herd moves; they are not afraid of the one animal, whatever it is one, did I say, A'tim?
Lester speaks of a rabbit, not knowing that there is no such thing as a wild rabbit in our country, and calls it Ortyx Virgiana, when he should have called it Lepus Virginianus, the name he uses being the one by which our quail is known to ornithologists. A deer, which he calls a dog-wolf, is Cervus Virginianus.
Shag looked ruefully at his great, scraggy sides, so like an Elephant's, only more disreputable, and sighed resignedly; "I suppose I can't help it," he muttered. "You can, Shag; if you will but eat of the Fur Flower it will cure this evil disease which is in your blood, and bring back the beautiful silk coat that was the envy of the Buffalo Range." "Do you speak the truth, Dog-Wolf?" asked Shag.
"Come back, Shag," called the Dog-Wolf, seeing the destruction of his plan; "come back to the sweet feeding; that is but a disgraced Cow, outcasted from some Herd." Startled by the bark of the Dog-Wolf, or perhaps by the ungainly garb of the hairless, manged Bull, the Cow turned and fled.
For into his quick Wolf brain came the safety thought that should the pursuing hunter sight Shag he would follow, and let the bacon go. As the Man galloped he unslung a gun, and fired at the fleeing Dog-Wolf. A little sputter of dust drove into the nostrils of A'tim as a trade ball spat in his face and buried itself in front of him.
Close-crept, he watched Eagle Shoe take a piece of the luscious "back fat" ah, well A'tim knew the loin! and devour it greedily. How like vultures these feeders were, A'tim thought. At least a dozen times each Indian returned to the flesh-pots, the Dog-Wolf felt sure. "They are like Wolves," he snarled; "well I know them.
With a deft twist Shag had the Dog-Wolf pinned to the earth between the worn old horns. "Now, traitor," he grunted. "Spare me," pleaded A'tim; "I, who am not of your kind, slept by your side, and guided you to this land where you have a Herd. I was forced to this by the Wolves they threatened to eat me. Spare me, Great Bull; I came to warn you, but the Wolves followed fast." Shag hesitated.
Look you, Brother, for you have the Wolf-eyes: are there not three now three Kill drivers?" "Yes, three Indians," answered the Dog-Wolf. "The same old Hunt. I've watched it many a time from behind the runners; I know every trick of these slayers. Now the Run surely begins; let us close up, Shag, for the hunters will have no eyes for such as us; their hearts are full of the killing of many Buffalo.
"What are you laughing at, Bull?" demanded A'tim angrily. "I, who am an Outcast because of my great age, Dog-Wolf, am even now a great Fool; and so art thou, A'tim, an Outcast and a Fool." "Your wit is like yourself, Shag, heavy and not too pleasing. Pray, why am I a Fool!"
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