Yet they swung their heads, and each time the horns were wet with blood, and the moaning came always.

Then they came together, and went on their knees.

Their muzzles were in the mud; their hind legs were wide apart.
"Ow aye, I looked away and saw the white eyes of the mother of the pack.

She was creeping up.

Her lips were wet; the hair on her neck stood up.