"Did you let Chance loose?" queried the foreman.

"Me? Nix. But he was sleepin' in the stall with me this mornin'."

"Heard him goin' on last night. Thought mebby a coyote or a wolf had
strayed in to get a drink."

"Get a drink! Can't they get a drink up in them hills?"

"Sure! But they kind of fancy the flavor of the water-trough. They
come in frequent. But you better fan it for chuck. See you later."


Sundown hurried through breakfast. He was anxious to hear more about
the habits of coyotes and wolves. When he again came to the corral,
many of the riders had departed. Shoop stood waiting for John Corliss.

"You said them wolves and coyotes--" began Sundown.

"Yes, ding 'em!" interrupted Shoop. "Looks like they come down last
night. Somethin' 's been monkeyin' with the water."

"Did you ever see one--at night?" queried Sundown, nervously.

"See 'em? Why, I shot droves of 'em right from the bunk-house door. I
never miss a chance. Cut loose every time I see one standin' with his
front paws on the trough. Get 'em every time."

"Wisht I'd knowed that."