Williams news., 1921-05-27
CHAPTER III-Continued.

He looked up and the whole weird | picture was thrown upon the retina of
 his eyes. The coyote was still racing
 straight toward Dan, a gray demon
 that in his madness was more terrible than any charging bear or elk. For there is an element of horror about
 the insane, whether beasts. OF men,
 that cannot be denied. Both men felt
 ft, with a chill that seemed to pene-
 trate clear to their hearts. The eyes
 famed, the white fangs of Graycoat
 caught the sunlight. And Dan stood
 erect in his path, his rifle half raised
 to his shoulder; and even in that first
 frenzied instant in which Lennox
 looked at him. he saw there was a
 strange impassiveness, a singular i'm
 perturbabflity on his face.
 'Shoot, manT Lennox shouted.
 "What are you waiting for?"
 But Dan didn't shoot. His hand
 whipped to his face, and he snatched off his thick-lensed glasses. The eyes that were revealed were narrow and deeply intent. And by now, the fren- zfed coyote was not fifty feet distant.
 All that had occurred since the anil nal charged had possibly taken five seconds. Sometimes five seconds is just a breath; but as Lennox waited for Dan to shoot, it seemed like a period wholly without limit. He won dered if the younger man had fallen into that strange paralysis that a great terror sometimes imbues. "ShootP he screamed again.
 But 1t Is doubtful if Dan even heard his shout. At that instant his gun slid into place, his head lowered, his eyes seemed to burn along the glitter ing barrel. His finger pressed back against the trigger, and the roar of the report rocked through the summer air.
 The gun was of large caliber; and | no living creature could stand against | the furious. shocking power of the | great bullet. The lead went straight 1 home. full through the neck and slant Ing down through the breast, and the coyote recoiled as if an irresistible hand had smitten him. It is doubtful if there was even a muscular quiver after Graycoat struck the ground. not twenty feet from where Dan stood. And the rifle report echoed back to | ind only silence.
 Lennox got up off the ground and moved over toward the dead coyote. He looked long time at the gray ,ody. And then he stepped back to where Dan waited on the trail.
 T take 1t all back" he said simply.
 'You take what back2"
 What I thought about you-that he Failing line had gone to the dogs. I'll never call you a tenderfoot again. But tell me one thing. saw the vny you looked down the barrel. I ould see how firm you held the rife the way you kept your head. And hat is all like your grandfather. But | Vhy. when you had a repeating rifle. i'd you wait so long to shoot7"
 "I just had one cartridge in my gun.
 didn't think of 1t until the coyote harged."
 Lennox's answer was the las, thing I 9 the world to be expected. He pened his straight mouth and uttered !
 great, boyish yell of joy. His eyes eemed to light The eyes Of the two len met, and Lennox shook him by 1 he shoulder.
 You're not Dan Failing's grandson you're Dan Failing himselfI" he houted. "No one but him would have ac self-control to wait till the game | as almost on top of him-no one but | S i'm would have kept his head in a S me like this. You're Dan Failing | V Imself, I tell you, come back to T arth. Grandson nothIngI You're a t and now you've got those t asses off. I can see his eyes looking a ou'lI never need lem again. And give S 3 that idea of dying in four months d