Snap 
And as the ten big Dogs were leaping round 
the silent Wolf at bay, there was a rustling in the 
sage at the far side of the place; then a snow- 
white rubber ball, it seemed, came bounding, 
but grew into a little Bull-terrier, and Snap, 
slowest of the pack, and last, came panting 
hard,so hard he seemed gasping. Over the level 
open he made, straight to the changing ring 
around the Cattle-killer whom none dared face. 
Did he hesitate? Not for an instant; through 
the ring of the yelping pack, straight for the old 
despot of the range, right for his throat, he 
sprang; and the Gray-wolf struck with his 
twenty scimitars. But the little one, if foiled 
at all, sprang again, and then what came I 
hardly knew. There was a whirling mass of 
Dogs. I thought I saw the little White One 
clinched on the Gray-wolf’s nose. The pack 
was all around; we could not help them now. 
But they did not need us; they had a leader 
of dauntless mettle, and when in a little while 
the final scene was done, there on the ground 
lay the Gray-wolf, a giant of his kind, and 
clinched on his nose was the little white Dog. 
We were standing around within fifteen feet, 
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