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brought him to ; and before he could recover 

 the whole pack rushed at him. Weakened as 

 he was, he could make no effective fight against 

 so many foes, and indeed, had a chance for but 

 one or two rapid snaps before he was thrown 

 down and completely covered by the bodies of his 

 enemies. Yet with one of those snaps he did 

 damage, as a shrill yell told, and in a second an 

 over-rash track-hound came out of the struggle 

 with a deep gash across his shoulders. The 

 worrying, growling, and snarling were terrific, but 

 in a minute the heaving mass grew motionless, 

 and the dogs drew off, save one or two that 

 still continued to worry the dead wolf as it lay 

 stark and stiff with glazed eyes and rumpled 

 fur. 



" No sooner were we satisfied that it was dead 

 than the judge, with cheers and oaths and crack- 

 ings of the whip, urged the dogs after the other 

 wolf. The two greyhounds that had been with 

 old man Prindle had fortunately not been able 

 to see the wolves when they first broke from 

 the cover, and never saw the wounded wolf at 

 all, starting off at full speed after the unwounded 

 one the instant he topped the crest of the hill. 

 He had taken advantage of a slight hollow and 



