Snap 
The chase this time led us, not to the rough 
brakes along the river, but toward the high 
open country, for reasons that appeared later. 
We were close together as we rose to the 
upland and sighted the chase half a mile off, 
just as Dander came up with the Wolf and 
snapped at his haunch. The Gray-wolf turned 
round to fight, and we had a fine view. The 
Dogs came up by twos and threes, barking at 
him in a ring, till last the little white one 
rushed up. He wasted no time barking, but 
rushed straight at the Wolf’s throat and missed 
it, yet seemed to get him by the nose; 
then the ten big Dogs closed in, and in two 
minutes the Wolf was dead. We had ridden 
hard to be in at the finish, and though our view 
was distant, we saw at least that Snap had lived 
up to the telegram, as well as to my promises 
for him. 
Now it was my turn to crow, and I did not 
lose the chance. Snap had shown them how, 
and at last the Mendoza pack had killed a 
Gray-wolf without help from the men. 
There were two things to mar the victory 
somewhat: first, it was a young Wolf, a mere 
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