IT WAS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH
"Dick's too much hurt to do any hauling for a month whatever," said Andy regretfully.
"He won't die, will he?" asked Jamie sympathetically.
"He'll get over un," Andy assured.
"The dogs had grit, now!" Jamie boasted. "There's nary a team in the Bay could have fought like that!"
"And I noticed you had some grit too," said Doctor Joe. "A wolf's fangs snapped within an inch of your leg, you young rascal, when you held the rifle against that fellow you shot."
"I weren't thinkin' of that," said Jamie.
One of the pelts was so badly torn by the dogs as to be valueless. The remaining carcasses were skinned, and the skins lashed upon the sledge, and as they turned homeward Andy remarked:
"There's five good skins and they'll bring four dollars apiece whatever. 'Tweren't a bad hunt when we weren't huntin'."