Now it
reappeared somewhat closer, and both boys saw that it was a lean and
hungry-looking wolf.
"A wolf!" cried Sam.
"Wonder if I hadn't better shoot him," said Tom, unslinging his gun.
"Better save your powder, Tom. I don't believe he'll attack us--at least
not while it is light."
"A shot might bring an answering signal from Dick," went on Tom
suddenly. "What fools we have been, not to think of that before!"
The wolf kept hidden and Tom did not shoot, expecting to see the beast
reappear at any instant. On they went, keeping an eye on the bushes and
trees on both sides of them. Once they heard the patter of the wolf's
feet on a stretch of bare rocks, but that was all.
"I'll fire a shot, anyway," said Tom at last, and aimed in the direction
where they had heard the sounds last. To his intense surprise a yelp and
a snarl followed.
"Great Caesar! I hit him after all," began Tom, and then leaped back.
"Look out, Sam, he's coming for us!"
Tom was right. The wolf, wounded in the left flank, had suddenly
appeared.
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