And then with a deep blood-choked gasp he sank down.
For a long time Kazan and Gray Wolf did not move, and when at last they returned to the beaten trail the bull's heavy head was resting on the snow.

Again they began to circle, and now the circle narrowed foot by foot, until only ten yards--then nine--then eight--separated them from their prey.

The bull attempted to rise, and failed.

Gray Wolf heard the effort.

She heard him sink back and suddenly she leaped in swiftly and silently from behind.