Success and Failure 



frightful sounds, knelled one tragedy and foreboded 

 a more terrible one. Jones looked out to see a white 

 mass, like leaping waves of a rapid. 



&quot; Pump lead into thet! &quot; cried Rea. 



Rapidly Jones emptied his rifle into the white 

 fray. The mass split; gaunt wolves leaped high to 

 fall back dead; others wriggled and limped away; 

 others dragged their hind quarters; others darted 

 at the tepee. 



&quot; No more cartridges ! &quot; yelled Jones. 



The giant grabbed the ax, and barred the door 

 of the tepee. Crash! the heavy iron cleaved the 

 skull of the first brute. Crash ! it lamed the second. 

 Then Rea stood in the narrow passage between the 

 rocks, waiting with uplifted ax. A shaggy, white 

 demon, snapping his jaws, sprang like a dog. A 

 sodden, thudding blow met him and he slunk away 

 without a cry. Another rabid beast launched his 

 white body at the giant. Like a flash the ax 

 descended. In agony the wolf fell, to spin round and 

 round, running on his hind legs, while his head and 

 shoulders and forelegs remained in the snow. His 

 back was broken. 



Jones crouched in the opening of the tepee, knife 

 in hand. He doubted his senses. This was a night 

 mare. He saw two wolves leap at once. He heard 

 the crash of the ax; he saw one wolf go down and the 



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