The white hound gave one short howl of pain, and sank out of sight.

Every shot had reached its mark.
The remaining rebels stood aghast at this sudden repulse; and the smoke of the rifles had scarcely cleared away, when they wheeled their horses, and disappeared in the woods.
The death of the white hound produced no less consternation among his canine assistants, for they each gave a short yelp, and turned and made for the shore..