And in that same moment it seemed
that Bram Johnson and his wolves were among them. From man to man
the beasts leapt, driven on by the shrieking voice of their
master; and now Philip saw the giant mad-man overtake one after
another of the running figures, and saw the crushing force of his
club as it fell. Celie swayed back from the wall and stood with
her hands to her face. The Swede sprang past her, flung back the
bar to the door, and opened it. Philip was a step behind him. Prom
the front of the cabin they began firing, and man after man
crumpled down under their shots. If Bram and his wolves sensed the
shooting in the ferocity of their blood-lust they paid no more
attention to it than to the cries for mercy that rose chokingly
out of the throats of their enemies. In another sixty seconds the
visible part of it was over. The last of the Kogmollocks
disappeared into the edge of the forest. After them went the wolf-
man and his pack.
Philip faced his companion. His gun was hot--and empty. The old
grin was in Olaf's face.
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