Animal Heroes

In fifty seconds it was done. The rock had splashed the stream aside--the Penroof pack was all wiped out; and Badlands Billy stood there, alone again on his mountain. A moment he waited to look for more to come. There were no more, the pack was dead; but waiting he got his breath, then raising his voice for the first time in that fatal scene, he feebly gave a long yell of triumph, and scaling the next low bank, was screened from view in a cañon of Sentinel Butte. We stared like men of stone. The guns in our hands were forgotten. It was all so quick, so final. We made no move till the Wolf was gone. It was not far to the place: we went on foot to see if any had escaped. Not one was left alive. We could do nothing--we could say nothing.