They were still in the grip of a frenzy; and at the far end of the Hole he saw a number of them bogged down.

They had not learned the lesson of the first entrance.
At length it seemed to be over.

Sanderson saw one steer, evidently with some conception of the calamity penetrating its consciousness, standing near him on the trail, moving its head from side to side and snorting as it looked at its unfortunate fellows.

The animal seemed to be unaware of Sanderson's presence until Streak moved uneasily.
Then the steer turned to Sanderson, its red eyes ablaze.

As though it blamed him for the catastrophe, it charged him.