Athwart the constant noise of the wind, I thought I discerned faint sounds not far away: an axe was cautiously chopping on branches, a horse was snorting.
"Where art thou going?
Halt!" the iron voice of The Wolf suddenly thundered out.

Another voice cried out plaintively, like a hare....

A struggle began.

"Thou li-iest.

Thou li-iest," repeated The Wolf, panting; "thou shalt not escape." ...