Snap 
ready to help, but had no chance till we were 
not needed. 
The Wolf was dead, and I hallooed to Snap, 
but he did not move. I bent over him. “ Snap 
—Snap, it ’s allover; you’ve killed him.” But 
the Dog was very still, and now I saw two 
deep wounds in his body. I tried to lift him. 
“ Let go, old fellow; it’s all over.”” He growled 
feebly, and at last let go of the Wolf. The 
rough cattle-men were kneeling around him 
now; old Penroof’s voice was trembling as he 
muttered, “I would n’t had him hurt for twenty 
steers.”” I lifted him in my arms, called to him 
and stroked his head. He snarled a little, a 
farewell as it proved, for he licked my hand as 
he did so, then never snarled again. 
That was a sad ride home for me. There 
was the skin of a monstrous Wolf, but no other 
hint of triumph. We buried the fearless one 
on a butte back of the ranch-house. Pen- 
roof,as he stood by, was heard to grumble: 
“ By jingo, that was grit—cl’ar grit! Ye can’t 
raise Cattle without grit.” 
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