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of his fighting charge upon him, and was cutting 

 his steel-gray body into fragments. 



There was still hot work to be done, for one of 

 the young Wolves had been overcome, stretched 

 out with a broken neck, and the released dog 

 was helping his comrade pull down the other. 

 They were both at him when Mooswa charged. 

 Once, twice, three times, as a trip-hammer hits 

 hot iron, the heart-shaped hoofs, knife-like on 

 the edges, smote the dogs, for they were taken 

 unawares ; then, as before, his horns made the 

 work complete. 



As Mooswa straightened himself a little stag 

 geringly, for his throat was badly torn, there were 

 only two left fighting ; all the rest were dead 

 the two sons of Blue Wolf, and the three Stag- 

 hounds. 



&quot;Thanks, Brother,&quot; said Blue Wolf, rising 

 on weak legs, as a deft, dragging blow from 

 Moose s right arm laid open the hound s stomach, 

 and finished the work Rof s fast-tiring strength 

 was hardly equal to. &quot; Very neatly done I 

 could almost fancy it was a rip from Muskwa s 

 paw. My two Lads are done for,&quot; he whined 

 piteously, looking at the gaunt, gray bodies 

 stretched out on the white snow, all splashed 

 crimson with red wine from their veins. &quot; Wolf- 

 blood and Dog-blood it scents much alike,&quot; 



