Two wolves generally undertake the cold-blooded murder.

They approach their victim with the most innocent-looking and frolicsome gambols, lying down and rolling about, and frisking presently, until the horse becomes a little accustomed to them.

Then one approaches right in front, the other in rear, still frisking playfully, until they think themselves near enough, when they make a simultaneous rush.

The wolf which approaches in rear is the true assailant; the rush of the other is a mere feint.
Then both fasten on the poor horse's haunches, and never let go till the sinews are cut and he is rolling on his side.
The horse makes comparatively little struggle in this deadly assault; he seems paralyzed, and soon falls to rise no more.
Cameron set his traps towards evening in a circle with a bait in the centre, and then retired to rest.

Next morning he called Joe Blunt, and the two went off together.
"It is strange that these rascally white wolves should be so bold when the smaller kinds are so cowardly," remarked Cameron, as they walked along.
"So 'tis," replied Joe; "but I've seed them other chaps bold enough too in the prairie when they were in large packs and starvin'." "I believe the small wolves follow the big fellows, and help them to eat what they kill, though they generally sit round and look on at the killing." "Hist!" exclaimed Joe, cocking his gun; "there he is, an' no mistake." There he was, undoubtedly.