More wolves were appearing every moment and joining in the chase.

The she-wolf was one leap behind One Ear and holding her own.
"Where are you goin' ?" Henry suddenly demanded, laying his hand on his partner's arm.
Bill shook it off.

"I won't stand it," he said.

"They ain't a-goin' to get any more of our dogs if I can help it." Gun in hand, he plunged into the underbrush that lined the side of the trail.

His intention was apparent enough.