"By golly, he follows a coyote till he drops." "Well, it's a coyote we're after now," said Lone.

"A sheep-killer that has made his last killin'.

Right here's where I rode up and caught the team, last night.

We better take a look along here for tracks." Swan stared at him curiously, but he did not speak, and the two went on more slowly, their glances roving here and there along the trail edge, looking for footprints.

Once the dog Jack swung off the trail into the brush, and Swan followed him while Lone stopped and awaited the result.
Swan came back presently, with Jack sulking at his heels.
"Yack, he take up the trail of a coyote," Swan explained, "but it's got the four legs, and Yack, he don't understand me when I don't follow.