Thirty or forty huskies ran to the spot and surrounded the combatants in an intent and silent circle.

Buck did not comprehend that silent intentness, nor the eager way with which they were licking their chops.

Curly rushed her antagonist, who struck again and leaped aside.

He met her next rush with his chest, in a peculiar fashion that tumbled her off her feet.

She never regained them, This was what the onlooking huskies had waited for.