He appeals to me, speshul, as he puts me in mind of old Colonel Coyote Clubbs who scares up Doc Peets that time.
Old Coyote is lame same as this yere person." "Frighten Peets!" I exclaimed, with a great air; "you amaze me! Give me the particulars." "Why, of course," he replied, "I wouldn't be onderstood that Peets is terrorised outright.

Still, old Colonel Coyote shore stampedes him an' forces Peets to fly.

It's either _vamos_ or shoot up pore Coyote; an' as Peets couldn't do the latter, his only alternative is to go scatterin' as I states.
"This yere Coyote has a camp some ten miles to the no'th an' off to one side of the trail to Tucson.

Old Coyote lives alone an' has built himse'f a dugout--a sort o' log hut that's half in an' half outen the ground.

His mission on earth is to slay coyotes--'Wolfin'' he calls it--for their pelts; which Coyote gets a dollar each for the furs, an' the New York store which buys 'em tells Coyote to go as far as he likes.