From then until morning the earth and snow under the windfall were torn up by the struggles of the wolf, the dog and the lynx to regain their freedom.

And when morning came, all three were exhausted, and lay on their sides, panting and with bleeding jaws, waiting for the coming of man--and death.
Henri and Weyman were out early.

When they struck off the main line toward the windfall, Henri pointed to the tracks of Kazan and Gray Wolf, and his dark face lighted up with pleasure and excitement.

When they reached the shelter under the mass of fallen timber, both stood speechless for a moment, astounded by what they saw.

Even Henri had seen nothing like this before--two wolves and a lynx, all in traps, and almost within reach of one another's fangs.