A wolf of the largest size with one of his feet in the trap.

He was a terrible-looking object, for, besides his immense size and naturally ferocious aspect, his white hair bristled on end and was all covered with streaks and spots of blood from his bloody jaws.

In his efforts to escape he had bitten the trap until he had broken his teeth and lacerated his gums, so that his appearance was hideous in the extreme.

And when the two men came up he struggled with all his might to fly at them.
Cameron and Joe stood looking at him in a sort of wondering admiration.
"We'd better put a ball in him," suggested Joe after a time.

"Mayhap the chain won't stand sich tugs long." "True, Joe; if it break, we might get an ugly nip before we killed him." So saying Cameron fired into the wolf's head and killed it.