The bullet might go through a wolf, but it would not hurt him, it would merely increase his ferocity and make him all the more hungry for the blood of Tandakora.
The band pressed close together as the wolves growled and snapped all about them, but the warriors still saw nothing.

How could they see anything when such wolves had the power of making themselves invisible?
But their claws would tear and their teeth would rend just the same when they sprang upon their victims, and now they were coming so close that they might make a spring, the prodigious kind of spring that a demon wolf could make.
It was more than Tandakora and his warriors could stand.

Human beings, white or red, they would fight, but not the wicked and powerful spirits of earth and air which were now closing down upon them.

The chief could resist no longer.

He uttered a great howl of fear, which was taken up and repeated in a huge chorus by his warriors.