thought Silversheene would be killed, but all the time he cheered him on with shouts and words of encouragement. Finally the wolf became overconfident and pressed the dog too hard and in an unguarded moment the powerful jaws of the arctic fighter reached his throat. Once they had gotten their hold, they did not let go, although the Eskimo dog usually fights like a wolf. Over and over they rolled in the snow, the wolf fighting to free himself and Silversheene holding on. Richard fairly held his breath as the desperate struggle went on. But finally the efforts of the wolf grew feebler and feebler until at last he lay still. Silversheene had won! Then he got up and sniffed his vanquished enemy's nose and limped painfully to his master.
Dick received him with joy and hugged and praised him. He had won the fight yet he was badly gashed about the face, and his silver coat was dyed red in many places. But he sat down philosophically in the snow and began licking his wounds.
