down facing each other. Chance licked a long gash in his foreleg. The
wolf snapped as he lay and a red slaver dripped from his fangs. Not
twelve feet away, Sundown gazed upon the scene with fear-wide eyes.
"Go to it, Chance!" he quavered, and his encouragement was all but the
dog's undoing, for he lost the wolf's gaze for an instant, barely
turning in time to meet the vicious charge. Sundown groaned as the
wolf, with a slashing stroke, ripped the dog's neck from ear to
shoulder. The stones in the enclosure were spattered with red as they
whirled, each trying to reach the throat of the other. Suddenly Chance
leaped up and over the wolf, lunging for his neck as he descended. The
wolf rolled from under and backed toward the cave. "Hey!" yelled
Sundown. "You can't come in here!"

Chance, weakened from loss of blood, lay watching the wolf as it
crouched tensely. Again the great gray shadow lunged and a bright
streak sprung up on the dog's side. "Gee Gosh!" whined Sundown; "he
can't stand much more of that!" Undoubtedly Chance knew it, for he
straight-way gathered himself and leaped in, diving low for the wolf's
fore leg. As the wolf turned his shoulder, Chance again sprang over
him and, descending, caught him just behind the ear, and held. The
wolf writhed and snarled. Chance gripped in and in, with each savage
shake of his head biting deeper. In a mighty effort to free himself
the wolf surged backward, dragging Chance around the enclosure.
Sundown, rising from the cave's mouth, crouched before it. "You got
him! You got him!" he cried. "Once more, now!"

The body of the wolf quivered and sagged, then stiffened as if for a
last effort. Chance held. They were both lying on the stones now.
Chance with fore feet braced against the wolf's chest. Presently the
dog gave a final shake, drew back, and lay panting. From head to