They were no match at all, were it not for their arrows and spears and clubs.

Thenceforward he would be unafraid of them except when they bore in their hands their arrows, spears, and clubs.
Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees into the sky, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day.

And with the coming of the night, brooding and mourning by the pool, Buck became alive to a stirring of the new life in the forest other than that which the Yeehats had made, He stood up, listening and scenting.

From far away drifted a faint, sharp yelp, followed by a chorus of similar sharp yelps.

As the moments passed the yelps grew closer and louder.