"Finally, one night he found a way into the swine-house of the castle D'Arville and ate two beauties of the best breed.
"The two brothers were furious, interpreting the attack as one of bravado on the part of the monster—a direct injury, a defiance. Therefore, taking all their best-trained hounds, they set out to run down the beast, with courage excited by anger.
"From dawn until the sun descended behind the great nut-trees, they beat about the forests with no result.
"At last, both of them, angry and disheartened, turned their horses' steps into a bypath bordered by brushwood. They were marveling at the baffling power of this wolf, when suddenly they were seized with a mysterious fear.
"The elder said:
"'This can be no ordinary beast. One might say he can think like a man.'
"The younger replied:
"'Perhaps we should get our cousin, the Bishop, to bless a bullet for him, or ask a priest to pronounce some words to help us.'
"Then they were silent.
"John continued: 'Look at the sun, how red it is. The great wolf will do mischief to-night.'