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For some minutes a mournful silence -- a complete calm, which, however, was loaded with menace, hung heavily over the savannah.
At a whistle from the engage, the dogs ranged themselves behind their masters, with heads down, lips drawn back to display their sharp teeth, and flashing eyes, they awaited the order to rush forward, though without giving the slightest bark or growl.