He seemed, all at once, utterly oblivious of Philip's presence.

He picked up the revolver, gazed heavily at it for a moment, and with a grunt which must have reflected his mental decision hurled it far out over the plain.

Instantly the wolves were after it in a mad rush.

The knife followed the revolver; and after that, as coolly as though breaking firewood, the giant went to Philip's rifle, braced it across his knee, and with a single effort snapped the stock off close to the barrel.
"The devil!" growled Philip.
He felt a surge of anger rise in him, and for an instant the inclination to fling himself at Bram in the defense of his property.

If he had been helpless a few minutes before, he was utterly so now.