Yard by yard Thor worked his way upward, snarling at the frantic pack, defying the man-smell, the strange thunder, the burning lightning even death itself, and five hundred yards below Langdon cursed despairingly as the dogs hung so close he could not fire. Up to the very sky-line the blood-thirsting pack shielded Thor. He disappeared over the summit. The dogs followed.
He strode into the centre of these blood-thirsting savages, grasped the chief by the scruff of the neck, kicked him around the circle of his warriors, demanded an immediate apology and the payment of a fine for the transgression of the Great White Mother's orders for peace the bluff worked, as it always does.