"I'll take you to where there are deer, after this hunt is over,"
replied John Barrow. "I know a famous spot, and it's not far, either."
"Hark!" suddenly cried Tom. "What sort of a yelping is that?"
All listened.
"Wolves!" answered John Barrow. "There must be quite a pack of 'em,
too."
"I suppose they get pretty hungry when there is such a deep snow," said
Tom.
"They do. More'n likely some of 'em have scented our b'ar meat and they
want some."
"If they are heading for camp, they'll give Jasper Grinder trouble," put
in Sam.
He had scarcely spoken when they heard the report of a gun, followed by
a louder yelping than ever.
"They've attacked him, true enough!" cried John Barrow.
"Come on," said Dick. "The sooner we get back the better. Grinder may be
having a pile of trouble, and the wolves may tear all our things to
pieces if they get the chance."
CHAPTER XXIX.
JASPER GRINDER AND THE WOLVES.
Left to himself, Jasper Grinder piled the wood on the camp-fire and then
sat down to meditate on the turn affairs had taken.
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