in at which no one ever knocked.

If Dusty Star's eyes were filled with wonder at the sight of so many
tepees, Kiopo's nose was tickled with amazement at the quantity of
smells. Every bush, every stone, every clump of grass he came to, told
him of a dog. It might have been expected that fresh scents would greet
him in a land of many trails. But so much smell (in, other words, so
much _dog_) at once, was overpowering, and disturbed his peace of mind.

Nothing could have been quieter or more orderly than the manner in which
the travellers approached the camp. It is true that Kiopo was a little
in advance, and that his hair was bristling uneasily between his
shoulders, but that was only to be expected with so much smell in the
air. Suddenly, without a moment's warning, a large hairy body sprang
with a snarl from a clump of bunch-grass, and rushed savagely upon him.
Now for all his dog training with his Indian friends, Kiopo was, in the
mind of him, as well as in the muscle, a genuine wolf. So, when the
husky rushed, Kiopo leaped aside, as the wolves leap. Before his enemy
charged again, the long wolf fangs glittered; there was a lighting
plunge of the whole body, and down the husky's haunch went a long clean
rip. The husky turned in fury, and his teeth shut like a trap. They
closed--but not on the little wolf. They clashed on an inch of
clear atmosphere which lay to the west of Kiopo's hairy neck. And in
almost the same moment, the husky got a second slash.

But alas for Kiopo! Wolf-like though his tactics were, he was not yet
old or powerful enough to fight with more than one foe at once. His
enemy's attack was a signal to all the huskies on that side of the camp.
The moment before, hardly another husky was to be seen. Now they seemed
to spring from every tepee and clump of grass. At least a dozen bore
down on the combatants in a yelping, snarling pack. In an instant, and
before Dusty Star could do anything to save him, Kiopo had disappeared
from sight under a mass of writhing bodies, legs, and tails. Dusty Star
was desperate, and cried wildly to his father and mother to save his
little wolf. Fortunately it was not the first time that Running Wolf and
Nikana had had to disperse a mob of Indian dogs. With loud yells and
violent kicks they charged the rolling heap. Several Indians, hearing
the commotion, came running to their aid. Dusty Star himself was
foremost in the attack, yelling, kicking, pulling, pounding with all h