Spraddle

Dick forced Spraddle down the steep bank of the coulee, and was soon at the bottom.

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He found a spring not far away, and, having given Spraddle a good, deep drink, and filling his small canteen, which was tied to the cantle of his saddle, he set forth again.

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Spraddle stopped so quickly that Dick was almost unseated.

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Even Dick realized the danger of this, for the floor of the defile was covered with large, loose stones, over which Spraddle was continually stumbling, for he had come a long way and was tired, besides the added weight of the Indian was more than he was accustomed to carry.

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But the Indian only laughed, and continued to beat poor Spraddle over the face, to the pain and anger of Dick, who, however, realized that he was absolutely helpless.

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Spraddle, stung by the blows, was stumbling along at a good pace over the bowlders that lay in his way, with the Indian urging him faster all the time.

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"Don't you do that," cried Dick, who never abused Spraddle himself, and couldn't stand it to see any one else, particularly a dirty Indian, beat his pet.

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He pulled Spraddle down to a walk, and looked about him.

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When Dick thought he had got within shooting distance, he stopped Spraddle, took a good, long aim at the coyote, and fired.

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Spraddle through his paces he ought to be able to reach it before dark.

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