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against the way of the Wolf, which is to cut and 

 jump, cut and jump. Certain it is that Rof fought 

 as no other Wolf ever did except his two Sons, 

 holding and sucking, and working his jaws saw- 

 like, as an Otter-hound does, more and more into 

 the grip. But the Stag-hound had a well-fed 

 strength which stood him in good stead. Over 

 and over the two rolled; the hound s jaws fas 

 tened on one of Blue Wolf s fore-legs, close to the 

 paw. The bone had been brokqn long ago 

 chewed into splinters, and the pain was terrific ; 

 but if Blue Wolf had the tenacity of the Bull 

 dog strain, he also had the wild wisdom of the 

 Wolf brain, and he knew that to let go meant 

 death. 



Once something swept the hound sideways 

 with terrific force from over the top of Rof, al 

 most breaking the dog s back ; that was a little 

 side help from the shovel-horns of Bull Moose. 

 Up to that time it had been all hoarse growls 

 from the strong-fighting animals, for the advan 

 tage had lain not much on either side. Suddenly 

 a &quot; Wh-u-f-f! ki-yi-yi-yi wh-e-e-e, yi-i-i,&quot; dying 

 into a piercing treble, went up. Mooswa was 

 grinding his dog into the snow-crust with his 

 hundred-pound antlers. A lucky pass with a 

 fore-foot had brought the hound down, and before 

 he could recover, Mooswa had thrown the weight 



