jake

You go to him, Jake, or wait till he sends for you, an' you'll find out all about it.

Jake drew his revolver and fired, but the only effect was fully to alarm her.

Jake now heard on all sides that the Coyotes were getting worse.

Jake cared little about the loss, but was filled with indignation against the thief.

It was grey, and it looked like this: and even Jake knew that that meant Coyote.

She followed cautiously, and under a butte far from the Hen she found Jake's camp.

As soon as they were out of sight Jake took up the white-feather trail.

At a second glance Jake noticed that the Horse was trailing the rope.

But when about seven miles were covered Jake succeeded in catching him.

Jake followed as far as he could and fired at each chance, but scored no hit.