"He's faster nor a hoss!" Nevertheless, Clarence ran towards him, followed by Susy.

When they had come within twenty feet of him, the lazy creature, without apparently the least effort, took two or three limping bounds to one side, and remained at the same distance as before.

They repeated this onset three or four times with more or less excitement and hilarity, the animal evading them to one side, but never actually retreating before them.
Finally, it occurred to them both that although they were not catching him they were not driving him away.

The consequences of that thought were put into shape by Susy with round-eyed significance.
"Kla'uns, he bites." Clarence picked up a hard sun-baked clod, and, running forward, threw it at the coyote.

It was a clever shot, and struck him on his slouching haunches.