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drooping head, his gray sides heaving. He seemed to 

 be "all in," but to our amazement he was off again like 

 the wind even before the car had started. During the 

 last three miles the ground had been changing rap- 

 idly, and we soon reached a stony plain where there 

 was imminent danger of smashing a front wheel. The 

 wolf was heading directly toward a rocky slope which 

 lay against the sky like the spiny back of some gigan- 

 tic monster of the past. 



His strategy had almost won the race. For a mo- 

 ment the wolf rested on the ridge, and I leaped out to 

 shoot, but instantly he dropped behind the bowlders. 

 Leaving me to intercept the animal, Charles swung be- 

 hind the ridge only to run at full speed into a sandy 

 pocket. The motor ceased to throb, and the race was 

 ended. 



These wolves are sneaking carrion-feeders and as 

 such I detest them, but this one had "played the game." 

 For twelve long miles he had kept doggedly at his work 

 without a whimper or a cry of "kamerad." The brute 

 had outgeneraled us completely, had won by strategy 

 and magnificent endurance. Whatever he supposed the 

 roaring car to be, instinct told him that safety lay 

 among the rocks and he led us there as straight as an 

 arrow's flight. 



The animal seemed to take an almost human enjoy- 

 ment in the way we had been tricked, for he stood on 

 a hillside half a mile away watching our efforts to ex- 

 tricate the car. We were in a bad place, and it was 

 evident that the only method of escape was to remove 



