Little Bighead 123 



As the yearling was running frantically 

 down the creek and Shep was going up, it 

 did not take long to cover the intervening 

 distance. In almost less time than it takes 

 to tell, the buffalo raced by a clump of 

 bushes where the faithful dog had crouched 

 for his spring upon the wolf. 



The gray hunter was so intent upon his 

 quarry that the first intimation he had of 

 the dog was when Shep sprang full in his 

 face and gripped him by the loose skin at 

 the side of the throat. 



The dog had tried for the throat grip, 

 but had gotten a mouthful of loose skin 

 instead. Shep held on for dear life, for he 

 well knew that if once the wolf got free, he 

 would soon make things interesting for 

 him, while the wolf struggled frantically. 

 Over and over they went in the brush, the 

 wolfs jaws working like a mighty steel- 

 trap, but they only clicked upon air. 



As good luck would have it, Bennie had 



