placing such a heavy handicap upon me that my pursuer was steadily gaining upon me.
Suddenly from behind I heard a tumult of howls, and sharp, piercing barks—much the sound that a pack of wolves raises when in full cry. Involuntarily I glanced backward to discover the origin of this new and menacing note with the result that I missed my footing and went sprawling once more upon my face in the deep muck.
My mammoth enemy was so close by this time that I knew I must feel the weight of one of his terrible paws before I could rise, but to my surprise the blow did not fall upon me. The howling and snapping and barking of the new element which had been infused into the mêlée now seemed centered quite close behind me, and as I raised myself upon my hands and glanced around I saw what it was that had distracted the dyryth, as I afterward learned the thing is called, from my trail.
It was surrounded by a pack of some hundred wolf-like creatures—wild dogs they seemed—that rushed growling and snap-
