2. CHAPTER II - THE SHE-WOLF
But the wolves were growing bolder, and the men were aroused more
than once from their sleep. So near did the wolves approach, that
the dogs became frantic with terror, and it was necessary to
replenish the fire from time to time in order to keep the
adventurous marauders at safer distance.
"I've hearn sailors talk of sharks followin' a ship," Bill
remarked, as he crawled back into the blankets after one such
replenishing of the fire. "Well, them wolves is land sharks. They
know their business better'n we do, an' they ain't a-holdin' our
trail this way for their health. They're goin' to get us. They're
sure goin' to get us, Henry."
"They've half got you a'ready, a-talkin' like that," Henry retorted
sharply. "A man's half licked when he says he is. An' you're half
eaten from the way you're goin' on about it."
"They've got away with better men than you an' me," Bill answered.
"Oh, shet up your croakin'. You make me all-fired tired."
Henry rolled over angrily on his side, but was surprised that Bill
made no similar display of temper. This was not Bill's way, for he
was easily angered by sharp words. Henry thought long over it
before he went to sleep, and as his eyelids fluttered down and he
dozed off, the thought in his mind was: "There's no mistakin' it,
Bill's almighty blue. I'll have to cheer him up to-morrow."