At length we reached the knees of stone, and saw the place of the great fight of the Wolf-Brethren.

All those who had taken part in that fight were now but bones, because the vultures had picked them every one, except Galazi, for on the breast of Galazi lay the old wolf Deathgrip, that was yet alive.

I drew near the body, and the great wolf struggled to his feet and ran at me with bristling hair and open jaws, from which no sound came.

Then, being spent, he rolled over dead.
Now I looked round seeking the axe Groan-Maker among the bones of the slain, and did not find it and the hope came into my heart that Umslopogaas had escaped the slaughter.

Then we went on in silence to where I knew the cave must be, and there by its mouth lay the body of a man.