He bled from mouth and nose, but what was any other pain compared with the torture of his clenched fists?
It made his arms numb to the elbow and sent currents of fire through his veins.
His eyes kept on the thick throat of McTee.

Though he was knocked reeling and half senseless, his stare never changed, and the wolf pack, with their heads jutting forward with eagerness watched, waited.

The "Ha!" of McTee rang with the strength of five throats.

The "Wah-h!" of Harrigan purred like a furious panther's snarl.
Then as the frenzy left Harrigan and the numbness departed from his arms, he knew that he was growing weaker and weaker.

In McTee's eyes he saw the growing light of victory, the confidence.