In fifty yards they came to a bend of the path, and saw, a little distance before them, a black mass of animals covering the road, and congregated round a figure who stood with his back to the rock.

With a shout of encouragement they sprang forward, and in a few moments were in the midst of the savage animals, who turned their rage against them at once.
They had fired two or three arrows apiece, as they approached, into them; and now throwing down their bows, the archers betook themselves to their swords, while Cuthbert with his heavy battle-axe hewed and cut at the wolves as they sprang toward him.

In a minute they had cleared their way to the figure, which was that of a knight in complete armor.

He leaned against the rock completely exhausted, could only mutter a word of thanks through his closed visor.

At a short distance off a number of the wolves were gathered, rending and tearing the horse of the knight; but the rest, soon recovering from their surprise, attacked with fury the little party.