The young man with the chubby face dropped his axe and jumped hastily into a convenient wagon.
"Shoot the bloomin' brutes," he cried.

"Some one bring me my gun." But the wolf's days were numbered.

Queen's powerful jaws were tearing at his throat, while Captain, having gripped him by the small of the back, was shaking him with savage fury.
"Oh! the poor thing! Call off the dogs!" cried the girl, turning to Kalman.
"No! No! Don't you think of it!" cried the man from the tent door.
"He will attack us." Kalman stepped forward, and beating the dogs from their quarry, drew his pistol and shot the beast through the head.
"Get back, Captain! Back! Back! I say.

Down!" With difficulty he drew the wolf from the jaws of the eager hounds, and swung it into the wagon out of the dogs' reach.
"My word!" exclaimed the young man, leaping from the wagon with precipitate haste.

"What are you doing ?" "He won't hurt you, sir.