Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1926-05-20
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There are not very many coyotes
where you come fromf" she Queried-
~How do you known She laughed
and he added that and her teeth to
the catalogue Both were. to his taste.
perfect.
"HOw do I knowf I am sure now.
Does anyone but a Yank reply to q
question with another onef"
~Yankl Are you q southernerT'
There you go again. Wait I
must answer your charge against my
dogs. If you think It was not sport
ing to set Saratof and silva against
one coyote, how about my helpless
calf that was butchered last nightf
And half a dozen others this summer.
And colt There are probably ffty
coyotes who make this valley their
larder. Gabilan shelters scores OF
them. And these two have accounted
for nine OF them. 1t Is sheer justice,
administered merclfully. The coyote
always has the start. II Is killed In
stantly. not worried. not touched
afterward. My borzois don't eat car
rlon."
Acquitted" answered Caleb. Il
beg their pard0ns- am a Yankee
from Massachusetts,. am a civil en-
gineer come west to seek my fortune
Ny name Is Caleb Warner. live In
Golden and I was recommended "a
Hermanos creek for trout fishing.
She had a trick Of looking through
long lashes that was bit unfair. Ca.
leb thought. But they did not hide 8
twinkle that lurked behind them.
@Did you catch any trout. Mr.. War
nerf" she asked He showed her hia
basket.
I'VE have trout in New England
he said. Il was hoping to do better
later In the afternoon Did you say
you were from the south7"
81 am Californian" He was GER
tain that she knew he had hoped she
would give him her name In return
'sThe best fishing is In the canyoH
back of the waterfall at the head OF
our valley" she said. you can easily
climb the cliff.
"You own iti The valleyf" She
opened her eyes bit In acknowledg
ment Of his persistence and speed ia
take the opening.
My fHther does. His name Is Clln |
ton" She had evaded II cieveriy
Miss Clinton. That was as far AZ
she would go Caleb bowed to his
defeat
"weIl, then. Miss Clinton. do you
think your father would have any OBJ
lection to my fishing through his
meadows, later, after have been
above the falI2"
II am quite sure he would not. Per
haps you would like to meet hImi
The house Is not very far from here
Caleb laughed and she with him.
II should be delighted" he said
"And am very glad to have met you
Miss Clinton" She took HIS hand and
shook Il as boy might have shaken
1t. More strongly, with fingers that
were firm and cool. There was moth
Ing OF coquetry about her. Her sug
gestion that Caleb meet her father
held, he felt no hint Of aIrtatiop, II
showed that she liked him, a little
sufficiently to dispense measure OF
hospitality that he had come to rec
Dgnize as a western attribute.
.sThe house ls there" she said
pointing. Back Of those eucalyptus
Father planted them for a wind
freak"
The girl had left the pinto pony
tandlng with its relns hanging
traight from BIT to sou. an effective /
ALTERING. Now she placed them about
"a neck, their buckle back OF the
addIe-horn and. as she and Caleb I
gaIked along the stream toward the Z
ouse the pony followed as closely I
nd sedately as the wolfhounds. T