See! what a scuffle!" As Lucien said this, the eyes of all were turned upon the wolves.

The latter were leaping about over the body of the antelope, now in a thick clump, now more scattered, but all the while apparently worrying the animal to death.

Their jaws were already blood-stained, and their bushy tails swept about and above them in ceaseless motion.

The hunters made all haste in reloading, lest, as Lucien had suggested, the wolves might spoil the venison.

They were not more than a minute engaged in ramming down the bullets, and fixing the caps on the nipples of their guns.
When this was done, all three ran forward together--Marengo in the advance, with outstretched neck and open mouth, eager to do battle with the whole pack.
It was but three hundred yards to the spot where the wolves were; and when our hunters had got within range, all three stopped, levelled their pieces, and fired.