PART I
2. CHAPTER II - THE SHE-WOLF
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Bill waved his hand at it threateningly and shouted loudly; but the
animal betrayed no fear. The only change in it that they could
notice was an accession of alertness. It still regarded them with
the merciless wistfulness of hunger. They were meat, and it was
hungry; and it would like to go in and eat them if it dared.
"Look here, Henry," Bill said, unconsciously lowering his voice to
a whisper because of what he imitated. "We've got three
cartridges. But it's a dead shot. Couldn't miss it. It's got
away with three of our dogs, an' we oughter put a stop to it. What
d'ye say?"
Henry nodded his consent. Bill cautiously slipped the gun from
under the sled-lashing. The gun was on the way to his shoulder,
but it never got there. For in that instant the she-wolf leaped
sidewise from the trail into the clump of spruce trees and
disappeared.
The two men looked at each other. Henry whistled long and
comprehendingly.
"I might have knowed it," Bill chided himself aloud as he replaced
the gun. "Of course a wolf that knows enough to come in with the
dogs at feedin' time, 'd know all about shooting-irons. I tell you
right now, Henry, that critter's the cause of all our trouble.
We'd have six dogs at the present time, 'stead of three, if it
wasn't for her. An' I tell you right now, Henry, I'm goin' to get
her. She's too smart to be shot in the open. But I'm goin' to lay
for her. I'll bushwhack her as sure as my name is Bill."
"You needn't stray off too far in doin' it," his partner
admonished. "If that pack ever starts to jump you, them three
cartridges'd be wuth no more'n three whoops in hell. Them animals
is damn hungry, an' once they start in, they'll sure get you,
Bill."
They camped early that night. Three dogs could not drag the sled
so fast nor for so long hours as could six, and they were showing
unmistakable signs of playing out. And the men went early to bed,
Bill first seeing to it that the dogs were tied out of gnawing-reach
of one another.
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