heaven as the grey wolves leaped and bit and tore. Little they heeded

the spears and kerries of the soldiers. Some were killed, but the rest

did not stay. Presently the knots of men broke up, and to each man

wolves hung by twos and threes, dragging him to earth. Some few fled,

indeed, but the wolves hunted them by gaze and scent, and pulled them

down before they passed the gates of the kraal.

The Wolf-Brethren also ravened with the rest. Busy was the Watcher,

and many bowed beneath him, and often the spear of Umslopogaas flashed