"Then that's what the coyote was doing up here. It was after the meat on the dead one," announced Ned. "I knew there must be some good reason for its remaining so near camp all that time."
"Guess again," sniffed Stacy, who had thrown himself down beside his prize.
"What's that?" asked Tad, who already suspected something of the truth.
"It's my coyote, that's what it is."
Tom Parry nodded.
"He's right. He killed the animal the first shot——"
"Then—then——" stammered Ned.
"There were two of them. Master Stacy killed one and you the other, and for your gratification I'll say that they are a very difficult animal to kill. One might try a hundred times and never hit one."
"If one knows how to shoot, it isn't," spoke up Stacy pompously.
"Which you certainly do," laughed the guide.