"The wolves have Grinder treed," cried the guide. "I'll give 'em
something to remember us by!"
He had a double-barreled shotgun, and he let drive twice in quick
succession, firing into two groups of the beasts, and killing two and
wounding several others. Then Dick fired, bringing down another. Tom and
Sam also discharged their pieces, and added three others to the dead or
dying.
This slaughter was too much for the remaining wolves, hungry as they
were, and in a twinkle they ran off into the timber, howling dismally.
"They won't come back," was John Barrow's comment. "They have learned to
respect us." And he was right, the wolves bothered them no more.
While the guide was busy finishing the beast which had been too much
hurt to retreat, the boys turned their attention to Jasper Grinder. They
saw he had fainted, and noticed the, blood dripping from his shoulder.
His body was slowly leaving the tree crotch where it had rested.
"He's coming! Catch him!" cried Sam, and as the unconscious man came
down they did what they could to break his fall.
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