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 did n't see that he was coming to a steep bank . He did n't see it at all until he reached the edge of it , and then he was going so fast that he could n'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 does n't like to go in water anyway . You know the hair of his coat is short and does n'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 XXXXX grinned more wickedly than ever .
Bowser Coyote Poor eagerness hair hills ice left strength thicket