Snap 
So we turned and rode hard around the 
north side of Hulmer’s Butte, while the chase 
seemed to go round the south. 
We galloped to the top of Cedar Ridge and 
were about to ride down, when Hilton shouted, 
“By George, here he is! We ’re right onto 
him.” He leaped from his Horse, dropped the 
bridle, and ran forward. I did the same. A 
great Gray-wolf came lumbering across an 
open plain toward us. His head was low, his 
tail out level, and fifty yards behind him was 
Dander, sailing like a Hawk over the ground, 
going twice as fast as the Wolf. In a minute 
the Hound was alongside and snapped, but 
bounded back, as the Wolf turned on him. They 
were just below us now and not fifty feet away. 
Garvin drew his revolver, but in a fateful mo- 
ment Hilton interfered: ‘‘ No; no; let’s see it 
out.” In a few seconds the next Greyhound 
arrived, then the rest in order of swiftness. 
Each came up full of fight and fury, determined 
to goright in and tear the Gray-wolf to pieces ; 
but each in turn swerved aside, and leaped and 
barked around at a safe distance. After a 
minute or so the Russians appeared—fine big 
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