The animal whined and protested, but showed no ill spirit.
Jones muzzled his jaws tightly with strong cords.

Another and another were tied up, then one which tried to snap at Jones was nearly crushed by the giant's grip.

The last, a surly brute, broke out into mad ravings the moment he felt the touch of Jones's hands, and writhing, frothing, he snapped Jones's sleeve.

Rea jerked him loose and held him in the air with one arm, while with the other he swung the bowie.

They hauled the dead dogs out on the snow, and returning to the fire sat down to await the cry they expected.
Presently, as darkness fastened down tight, it came--the same cry, wild, haunting, mourning.