266 BIG GAME FIELDS 



did not know. Though nearing what seemed 

 little by little, they had not yet come into view, 

 but we could occasionally recognize the voice of 

 some of the hounds, as we had grown to know 

 each one by their bark, and as we noted this one 

 and that it Avas perhaps with just a little touch 

 of sadness, for very probably they were running 

 their last great race, for they knew no fear, those 

 dogs. 



"Here come the wolves across the opening, 

 'way below; there's only four," Hi exclaimed. 



"See aii} T thing of the hounds?" I asked. 



"No, not in sight yet. By George, there's Old 

 Three Legs, he's running a couple of hundred 

 yards behind the wolf pack. Here come the dogs 

 now, they will close in on him pretty soon; he 

 needs his other leg bad now! Let's get down 

 the ridge in a hurry." We now both started 

 down the steep side as fast as it was possible for 

 us to go. We had nearly reached the bottom 

 when a great clamor arose, and we knew then that 

 the fight was raging. As we came in view of a 

 highly animated scene there was a confusion of 

 dogs, wolves, barks, growls and snarls. 



"Old Jack is down!" shouted Hi; "I hope he 

 isn't dead, best trailer I ever owned." The 

 four wolves had disappeared, but Old Three Legs 



