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speed after the unwounded one the instant he 

 topped the crest of the hill. He had taken 

 advantage of a slight hollow and turned, and 

 now the chase was crossing us half a mile 

 away. With whip and spur we flew toward 

 them, our two greyhounds stretching out in 

 front and leaving us as if we were standing 

 still, the track-hounds and big dogs running 

 after them just ahead of the horses. Fortu- 

 nately the wolf plunged for a moment into a 

 little brushy hollow and again doubled back, 

 and this gave us a chance to see the end of 

 the chase from nearby. The two greyhounds 

 which had first taken up the pursuit were 

 then but a short distance behind. Nearer 

 they crept until they were within ten yards, 

 and then with a tremendous race the little 

 bitch ran past him and inflicted a vicious bite 

 in the big beast's ham. He whirled around 

 like a top and his jaws clashed like those of a 

 sprung bear-trap, but quick though he was 

 she was quicker and just cleared his savage 

 rush. In another moment he resumed his' 

 flight at full speed, a speed which only that of 

 the greyhounds exceeded; but almost imme- 

 diately the second greyhound ranged along- 

 side, and though he was not able to bite, be- 

 cause the wolf kept running with its head 



