Jones thought the great, gaunt, pure white beasts the spectral wolves of Rea's fancy, for they were silent, and silent wolves must belong to dreams only.
"Ho! Ho!" yelled Rea.

"There's green-fire eyes for you, Buff.

Hell itself ain't nothin' to these white devils.

Get the calves in the tepee, an' stand ready to loose the dogs, for we've got to fight." Raising his rifle he opened fire upon the white foe.

A struggling, rustling sound followed the shots.