The mass split; gaunt wolves leaped high to fall back dead; others wriggled and limped away; others dragged their hind quarters; others darted at the tepee.
"No more cartridges!" yelled Jones.
The giant grabbed the ax, and barred the door of the tepee.

Crash! the heavy iron cleaved the skull of the first brute.

Crash! it lamed the second.

Then Rea stood in the narrow passage between the rocks, waiting with uplifted ax.

A shaggy, white demon, snapping his jaws, sprang like a dog.