Bingo 



"A wolf," I exclaimed, and seizing a rifle 

 dashed out to help the dog. But before I 

 could get there they had left the stable, and 

 after a short run over the snow the wolf again 

 turned at bay, and the dog, our neighbor's 

 collie, circled about watching his chance to 

 snap. 



I fired a couple of long shots, which had 

 the effect only of setting them off again over 

 the prairie. After another run this matchless 

 dog closed and seized the wolf by the haunch, 

 but again retreated to avoid the fierce return 

 chop. Then there was another stand at bay, 

 and again a race over the snow. Every few 

 hundred yards this scene was repeated. The 

 dog managing so that each fresh rush should be 

 toward the settlement, while the wolf vainly 

 tried to break back toward the dark belt of 

 trees in the east. At last after a mile of this 

 fighting and running I overtook them, and the 

 dog, seeing that he now had good backing, 

 closed in for the finish. 



After a few seconds the whirl of struggling 

 animals resolved itself into a wolf, on his back, 

 with a bleeding collie gripping his throat, and 



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