"I wonder what the poor brutes would think if they were stuffed full for once in their lives ?" "It have never happen, sir," observed Wampus, shaking his head gravely.

"Coyote all born hungry; he live hungry; he die hungry.

If ever coyote was not hungry he would not be coyote." "In that case, Major," said Uncle John, "let us go to bed and try to sleep.

Perhaps in slumber we may forget these howling fiends." "Very well," agreed Major Doyle, rising to enter the little tent.
Wampus unexpectedly interposed.

"Wait," called the little chauffeur.
"Jus' a minute, if you please." While the Major and Mr.Merrick stood wondering at the request, the Canadian, who was still holding the revolver in one hand, picked a steel rod from the rumble of the automobile and pushing aside the flap of the little tent entered.