WOLF AND HOUND 



Flash ! flash ! bang ! bang ! and we blazed 

 away, 



And the grey roof reddened and rang ; 

 Flash ! flash ! and I felt his bullet flay 



The tip of my ear. Flash ! bang ! 

 Bang ! flash ! and my pistol arm fell broke ; 



I struck with my left hand then — 

 Struck at a corpse through a cloud of smoke- 



I had shot him dead in his den ! *. 



