As it was torn to pieces the Airedale emitted piercing cries of agony that reached Bruce and Langdon as they hurried panting and wind-broken up the slide that led from the basin.
Thor dropped on his belly in the narrowed trail, and as the pack broke loose with fresh voice he continued to tear at his victim until the rock was smeared with blood and hair and entrails.

Then he rose to his feet and looked again for Muskwa.

The cub was curled up in a shivering ball two feet in the crevice.

It may be that Thor thought he had gone on up the mountain, for he lost no time now in retreating from the scene of battle.

He had caught the wind again.