Ernest dropped his sword, and drawing his hunting-knife struck at it, while at the same moment Harry ran it through the body.
So strong and tenacious of life was the animal that the blows were repeated several times before it loosed its hold of Ernest's shoulder and fell dead.
"Are you hurt, my dear Ernest ?" was Harry's first exclamation.
"Oh, never mind that, that's nothing," Ernest replied.

"Only think, Harry, you and I have killed the demon wolf, and no else had a hand in it.

There is a triumph for us." "The triumph is yours, Ernest," Harry said.

"He would have got away had you not stopped him with your bullet, and he would have made short work of me had you not come to my rescue, for I was half stunned with the fall, and he would have done for me as quickly as he did for that poor fellow there." "That is true, Harry, but it was you who gave him his mortal wound.
He would have mastered me otherwise.

He was too strong for me, and would have borne me to the ground.