Badlands Billy 
tened hard. The song was repeated, the hunt- 
ing-cry of the Wolves. It faded, the night was 
stirred by another, the sharp bark and the short 
howl, the signal “close in”; a bellow came up, 
very short, for it was cut short. 
And King as he touched his Horse said 
grimly: ‘‘ That ’s him, he is out with the pack, 
an’ thar goes another Beef.” 
