Bowser didn’t look to see where he was going.  He didn’t care.  It was enough for him to know that Old Man Coyote had gone that way, and where Old Man Coyote could go Bowser felt sure he could follow.  So, still baying with all his might and making the hills ring with the sound of his great voice, Bowser kept on.

Hidden in a little thicket, stretched out so that he might rest better, Old Man Coyote listened to that great voice drawing nearer and nearer.  There was a wicked grin on Old Man Coyote’s face, and in his yellow eyes a look of great eagerness.  In a few minutes Bowser came in sight, his nose in the trail Old Man Coyote had left.  Into Bowser’s voice crept a new note of eagerness as his nose picked up the scent stronger than ever.  Straight on he raced and it seemed as if he had gained new strength.  His whole thought was on just one thing—­catching Old Man Coyote, and Old Man Coyote knew it.

Bowser didn’t see that he was coming to a steep bank.  He didn’t see it at all until he reached the edge of it, and then he was going so fast that he couldn’t stop.  Over he went with a frightened yelp!  Down, down he fell, and landed with a thump on the ice below.  He landed so hard that he broke the ice, and went through into the cold, black water.

Old Man Coyote crept to the edge of the bank and peeped over.  Poor Bowser was having a terrible time.  You see, the cold water had taken what little breath his fall had not knocked out of him.  He doesn’t like to go in water anyway.  You know the hair of his coat is short and doesn’t protect him as it would if it were long.  Old Man Coyote grinned wickedly as he watched Bowser struggling feebly to climb out on the ice.  Each time he tried he slipped back, and all the time he was whimpering.

Old Man Coyote grinned more wickedly than ever.  I suspect that he hoped that Bowser would not be able to get out.  But after a little Bowser did manage to crawl out, and stood on the ice, shivering shaking.  Once more Old Man Coyote grinned, then, turning, he trotted back towards Farmer Brown’s.

CHAPTER IV

POOR BOWSER

    Follow a crooked trail and you will find a scamp at the end.

    Bowser the Hound.

Poor Bowser!  He stood shivering and shaking on the ice of the strange river to which Old Man Coyote had led him, and he knew not which way to turn.  Not only was he shivering and shaking from his cold bath, but he was bruised by his fall from the top of the steep bank, and he was so tired by his long run after Old Man Coyote that he could hardly stand.

Old Man Coyote had stayed only long enough to see that Bowser had managed to get out of the water, then had turned back towards the Old Pasture, the Green Meadows and the Green Forest near Farmer Brown’s.  You see, Old Man Coyote knew the way back.  He would take his time about getting there, for it really made no particular difference to him when he reached home.  He felt sure he would be able to find something to eat on the way.