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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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"They
'ye
turned
up
Grizzly
Gully,"
cried
Garvin.
"This
way,
and
we
can
head
them
off."
So
we
turned
and
rode
hard
around
the
north
side
of
Hulmer's
Butte,
while
the
chase
seemed
to
go
round
the
south.
We
galloped
to
the
top
of
Cedar
Ridge
and
were
about
to
ride
down,
when
Hilton
shouted,
"By
George,
here
he
is!
We're
right
onto
him."
He
leaped
from
his
Horse,
dropped
the
bridle,
and
ran
forward.
I
did
the
same.
A
great
Gray-wolf
came
lumbering
across
an
open
plain
toward
us.
His
head
was
low,
his
tail
out
level,
and
fifty
yards
behind
him
was
Dander,
sailing
like
a
Hawk
over
the
ground,
going
twice
as
fast
as
the
Wolf.
In
a
minute
the
Hound
was
alongside
and
snapped,
but
bounded
back,
as
the
Wolf
turned
on
him.
They
were
just
below
us
now
and
not
fifty
feet
away.
Garvin
drew
his
revolver,
but
in
a
fateful
moment
Hilton
interfered:
"No;
no;
let's
see
it
out."
In
a
few
seconds
the
next
Greyhound
arrived,
then
the
rest
in
order
of
swiftness.
Each
came
up
full
of
fight
and
fury,
determined
to
go
right
in
and
tear
the
Gray-wolf
to
pieces;
but
each
in
turn
swerved
aside,
and
leaped
and
barked
around
at
a
safe
distance.
After
a
minute
or
so
the
Russians
appeared--fine
big
Dogs
they
were.
Their
distant
intention
no
doubt
was
to
dash
right
at
the
old
Wolf;
but
his
fearless
front,
his
sinewy
frame
and
death-dealing
jaws,
awed
them
long
before
they
were
near
him,
and
they
also
joined
the
ring,
while
the
desperado
in
the
middle
faced
this
way
and
that,
ready
for
any
or
all.
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