Wolf Larson and His Teeth

The hunters piled pale-melle out of the sturage, but as Leach's tirade continued I saw that there was no levity in their faces. It did not seem possible that any living creature could thus beard Wolf Larson and his teeth. And through it all, calm and impassive, leaning on his elbow and gazing down, Wolf Larson seemed lost in a great curiosity. Each moment I looked and everybody looked for him to leap upon the boy and destroy him. But it was not his whim. His cigar went out and he continued to gaze silently and curiously.

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