And then I suddenly awoke, for, coming up from the southward at full speed, their slanting funnels vomiting great clouds of smoke, were four long, low, lean, incredibly swift craft, ostrich-plumes of snowy foam curling from their bows, which sped past us like wolfhounds running with their noses to the ground.
"The New Frontiers of Freedom from the Alps to the Ægean"
Edward Alexander Powell
But from the sword I take it he is one of old Peter's wolfhounds.
"The Mad King"
Edgar Rice Burroughs