wounds; they were not deep, for the leather bag had saved me, yet I

feel them to this hour, for there is poison in the mouth of a wolf.

Presently I glanced up, and saw that the she-wolf had found her feet

again, and stood as though unhurt; for this is the nature of these

ghosts, Umslopogaas, that, though they fight continually, they cannot

destroy each other. They may be killed by man alone, and that hardly.

There she stood, and yet she did not look at me or on her dead mate,

but at him who sat above. I saw, and crept softly behind her, then,