Jerry immediately hurried forward, ready to dispute the possession
of the game.
He found the whole pack furiously tearing at the fallen deer, growling,
and exhibiting all the savage nature of wolves.
When the boy shouted they looked up, drew back their lips and looked
furious; but not one gave a sign of obeying him.
"Get out, you brutes! Leave that carcass alone, will you?" he yelled,
waving his gun threateningly.
As if they realized that this human creature meant to dispute their right
to the royal dinner they had found, the four wild dogs started toward
him. They presented a terrible appearance just then, with the blood about
their muzzles, and white fangs exposed.
Perhaps Jerry may have felt a shiver pass over him, but that did not
prevent him from raising his gun and deliberately covering the foremost
of the brutes.
Bang! went the gun. Then arose a tremendous howling, together with
furious snapping sounds. The balance of the pack continued to rush
forward more rapidly than before, leaving the stricken member to roll on
the ground.
Jerry thought it high time he made an ascension, after the manner of that
which had marked the alarm of old Toby at the time the wildcat invaded
the camp.
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