It was Rod's turn with the big revolver, and he had practised aiming through a crotch that gave a rest to his arm.
In a few moments there came again the howl of the distant wolf on the plains, and this time it was joined by another away to the westward.

And after that there came two from the plains instead of one, and then a far cry to the north and east.

For the first time Rod and Wabi heard the gloating chuckle of Mukoki in his spruce a dozen feet away.
At the increasing responses of his brethren Wolf became more frantic in his efforts.

The scent of fresh blood and of wounded game was becoming maddening to the captive.

But his frenzy no longer betrayed itself in futile efforts to escape from the babeesh thong.