nd a great bound. But
Gulo had covered half the intervening space before she knew, and when
she bounded it was with him hanging on to her.

Followed instantly a wild upspringing of snorting beasts, and a mad,
senseless stampede of floundering deer all round and about the
clearing--a fearful mix-up, somewhere in the midst of which,
half-hidden by flying, finely powdered snow, Gulo did his prey horribly
to death.

There was something ghastly about this murder, for the deer was so big,
and Gulo comparatively small. The fearful work of his jaws and his
immense strength seemed wrong somehow, and out of all proportion to his
size. This remarkable power of his jaws had that sinister
disproportion only paralleled by the power of the jaws of a hyena;
indeed, his teeth very much resembled a hyena's teeth.

With the deer rushing all around him, Gulo fed, ravenously and
horribly, but not for long. A new light smoldered in his eyes now as
he lifted his carmine snout, and one saw that, for the moment, the
beast was mad, crazed with the lust of killing, seeing red, and blinded
by blood.

Then the massacre began. It was not a hunt, because each deer,
thinking only of itself, feared to break from the trodden mazy path of
the "yard," and risk the slow, helpless, plunging progress necessary in
the deep snow. Wherefore panic took them all over again, and they
dashed, often colliding, generally hindering each other, hither and
thither, up and down the paths of the "yard" with the hopeless,
helpless, senseless, blind abandon of sheep. The result was a shambles.

This part we skip. Probably--nay, certainly--Nature knows best, and is
quite well aware what she is up to, and it is perhaps not meant that we
should put her in the limelight in her grisly moods. Suffice it to say
that Gulo seemed to stop at length, simply because even he could not
"see red" forever, and with exhaustion returned sense, and with
sense--in his case--in-born caution. He removed, leaving a certain
number of reindeer bleeding upon the ground. Some of them were dead.

In an hour dawn would be conspiring to show him up before the world,
and he was not a beast sweet to look upon at that moment--indeed, at
any moment, but less so now.

Now, it is surprising how far a wolverine can shift his clumsy-looking
body over snow in an hour, especially if he has reasons. This one had
good reasons, and he was no fool. He knew quite well the kind of
little hell he h