He uttered no word. But from his eyes there disappeared
the greenish fire. The lines in his heavy face softened and his
thick lips lost some of their cruelty as he held up the snare
before his eyes so that the light played on its sheen of gold. It
was then that Philip saw that which must have meant a smile in
Bram's face.
Still this strange man made no spoken sound as he coiled the
silken thread around one of his great fingers and then placed it
somewhere inside his coat. He seemed, all at once, utterly
oblivious of Philip's presence. He picked up the revolver, gazed
heavily at it for a moment, and with a grunt which must have
reflected his mental decision hurled it far out over the plain.
Instantly the wolves were after it in a mad rush. The knife
followed the revolver; and after that, as coolly as though
breaking firewood, the giant went to Philip's rifle, braced it
across his knee, and with a single effort snapped the stock off
close to the barrel.
"The devil!" growled Philip.
He felt a surge of anger rise in him, and for an instant the
inclination to fling himself at Bram in the defense of his
property.
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