Besides, the wolves are going to eat us, calves and all." Nothing more was said.

They ate their last biscuit.

Jones packed the calves away in the tepee, and turned to the dogs.

All day they had worried him; something was amiss with them, and even as he went among them a fierce fight broke out.

Jones saw it was unusual, for the attacked dogs showed craven fear, and the attacking ones a howling, savage intensity that surprised him.