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Whether
or
not
,
he
no
longer
doubted
that
it
was
their
intention
to
attack
him
.
He
had
no
weapon
but
a
bowie
knife
,
which
fortunately
had
kept
its
place
in
his
belt
.
His
rifle
and
pistols
,
attached
to
the
saddle
,
had
been
carried
off
by
his
horse
.
He
drew
the
knife
;
and
,
resting
upon
his
right
knee
,
prepared
to
defend
himself
.
He
did
not
perform
the
action
a
second
too
soon
.
Emboldened
by
having
been
so
long
left
to
make
their
menaces
unmolested
--
excited
to
courage
by
the
smell
of
blood
,
stronger
as
they
drew
nearer
--
stimulated
by
their
fierce
natural
appetites
--
the
wolves
had
by
this
time
reached
the
turning
point
of
their
determination
:
which
was
,
to
spring
forward
upon
the
wounded
man
.
They
did
so
--
half
a
dozen
of
them
simultaneously
--
fastening
their
teeth
upon
his
arms
,
limbs
,
and
body
,
as
they
made
their
impetuous
onset
.
With
a
vigorous
effort
he
shook
them
off
,
striking
out
with
his
knife
.
One
or
two
were
gashed
by
the
shining
blade
,
and
went
howling
away
.
But
a
fresh
band
had
by
this
time
entered
into
the
fray
,
others
coming
up
,
till
the
assailants
counted
a
score
.
The
conflict
became
desperate
,
deadly
.
Several
of
the
animals
were
slain
.
But
the
fate
of
their
fallen
comrades
did
not
deter
the
survivors
from
continuing
the
strife
.
On
the
contrary
,
it
but
maddened
them
the
more
.
The
struggle
became
more
and
more
confused
--
the
coyotés
crowding
over
one
another
to
lay
hold
of
their
victim
.
The
knife
was
wielded
at
random
;
the
arm
wielding
it
every
moment
becoming
weaker
,
and
striking
with
less
fatal
effect
.
The
disabled
man
was
soon
further
disabled
.
He
felt
fear
for
his
life
.
No
wonder
--
death
was
staring
him
in
the
face
.
At
this
crisis
a
cry
escaped
his
lips
.
Strange
it
was
not
one
of
terror
,
but
joy
!
And
stranger
still
that
,
on
hearing
it
,
the
coyotés
for
an
instant
desisted
from
their
attack
!
There
was
a
suspension
of
the
strife
--
a
short
interval
of
silence
.
It
was
not
the
cry
of
their
victim
that
had
caused
it
,
but
that
which
had
elicited
the
exclamation
.
There
was
the
sound
of
a
horse
's
hoofs
going
at
a
gallop
,
followed
by
the
loud
baying
of
a
hound
.
