Badlands Billy 
steel—told her of peril. She dropped the Hawk 
and sprang backward from the dangerous 
ground, but landed in the second trap. High 
on her foot its death-grip closed, and leaping 
with all her strength, to escape, she set her 
fore foot in another of the lurking grips of 
steel. Never had a trap been so baited before. 
Never was she so unsuspicious. Never was 
catch more sure. Fear and fury filled the old 
Wolf’s heart; she tugged and strained, she 
chewed the chains, she snarled and foamed. 
One trap with its buried log, she might have 
dragged; with two, she was helpless. Strug- 
gle as she might, it only worked those relent- 
less jaws more deeply into her feet. She 
snapped wildly at the air; she tore the dead 
Hawk into shreds; she roared the short, bark- 
ing roar of a crazy Wolf. She bit at the 
traps, at her cub, at herself. She tore her legs 
that were held; she gnawed in frenzy at her 
flank, she chopped off her tail in her mad- 
ness; she splintered all her teeth on the steel, 
and filled her bleeding, foaming jaws with clay 
and sand. 
She struggled till she fell, and writhed about 
