"A Wolf can make few kills of Musk-Ox," explained Oohoo, unguardedly; "that is—I mean—a bad Wolf who might seek a Kill of that sort. They are like Bison, or Arna, bunching up close in a pack with their big-horned heads all facing out; and even if the circle is broken, what then? their fur is so thick that it would take longer jaws than I have to cut a throat."
"You've tried it, Oohoo," suggested Magh.
"No, I've heard of this matter," he answered. "But the story was this way. That time two White Men came to the Big Lake——"
"Artillery Lake, I think," explained Sa'-zada.
"I know not, but it is a Big Water, and far north. And there they built a shack."
"You were interested," remarked Muskwa.
"There were cousins of ours, the Train Dogs, with them, so I sometimes went close for the chance of a chat——"
"The chance of a Pup, most likely," growled Gidar.
"Then one Man, with two Redmen and the Dog Train, went north after Musk-Ox. Some of us followed, for we knew that where the Men were there would be much killing, and much eating left for those of a lean stomach. It might be that some of the Dogs would die of toil, and we were that hungry, that starved, that even a Huskie would be sweet eating.