CHAPTER XII.
BROUGHT TO BAY BY WOLVES.
"Ooh! how awfully queer them howls seem, Thad!" remarked Step Hen,presently, just as the patrol leader expected he would; for he had apretty good idea as to what was just passing in the mind of thetenderfoot.
"Well, they do sound different somehow, from what they did when we weresitting around the cheery camp-fire, listening to stories told by theguides," Thad admitted. "But then, wolves as a rule are cowardly brutes.They may do a heap of howling, but they seldom show any bravery. Onlywhen in packs are they feared by hunters, away up in the frozen-up partsof Canada, I'm told."
"But, say, don't you think there's a pack around here, right now?"demanded Step Hen, apprehensively.
"What makes you ask that?" the other questioned.
"Why, in the first place, old Eli told us they never came away down hereunless in numbers; and then again, Thad, didn't you notice that when onegave tongue over yonder to the right, a second answered him back fromthe left; and by jinks! listen to that, would you, a third and a fourth,as sure as you live! Say, they're all around us, Thad; they've got ussurrounded!"
"Let 'em surround, if it does 'em any good," laughed the other; and ifhe felt the slightest bit of uneasiness himself on account of thosewolfish howls, Thad at least managed to conceal it; because he knew StepHen was feeling "creepy" enough as it was, without having his alarmaugmented by seeing his companion concerned.
"But don't you think they might be able to pull us down just by force ofnumbers, Thad?" the other went on.
"Oh! there can't be any such bunch of the cowardly brutes around, as allthat, I guess, Step Hen. And don't forget, please, that we're armed withweapons calculated to knock the spots out of any gray sneak that evertried to steal venison won by two husky hunters. Think how you have sixbullets in that little gun of yours; and each one ought to count for awolf, if it came to the worst."
"Oh! there's where I was a fool!" said Step Hen, in a disgusted tone.
"What's that?" demanded his chum, stopping short.
"Why, I never stuck a blessed cartridge in my pocket, you see. Thoughtthe six I had in the magazine of the gun would be good and plenty forall the needs I'd run up against. Now I wish I had the whole hundredalong. Just my luck. I'm always losing things, and if it ain't anythingelse, it must be chances. Think of a hundred dead wolves, and all killedwith this great little gun while I sat perched up in the crotch of anice tree! It makes me sick to think of it, that's what, Thad."
"Are you sure you did put six cartridges in the magazine before weleft?" asked the other.
"Well, that's what I meant to do, and I reckon I did, all right; thoughGiraffe was joking me at the time, and he might have upset mycalculations," Step Hen admitted.
"Well, then, suppose you drop your bundle of meat, and take a look,"advised Thad. "If it gets to warm quarters it's just as well that youknow how many wolves you can account for. Throw them out in one, two,three order, now."
So Step Hen began working the mechanism of his little gun. Not beingexcited, he was able to do this excellently. With the first cast acartridge flew out of the rejecting opening; but when he tried torepeat, nothing happened. He looked at the gun blankly, and tried twicemore; but with the same result.
"No use," remarked Thad, grimly; "nothing doing, it seems. When you_thought_ you put six cartridges in the magazine, you stopped atthree. And just such little mistakes have cost many a hunter his lifebefore now, let me tell you, Step Hen."
"Oh! mercy, what do you mean, Thad?" asked the other, alarmed.
"Why, suppose now, several wolves were rushing at you with open mouths;and when you stood there, feeling able to take care of them all, yourgun missed fire, not because it went back on you, but through your sillyfault in not making sure it was fed to the limit when you started;things would look kind of gloomy just then, wouldn't they?"
"I'll never go out without being dead sure my magazine is plumb full;and a handful in my pocket besides, catch me again," said Step Hen,solemnly.
"That's a good resolution to make, and see to it that you remember it.But all the same, my boy, it isn't helping us any just now. You've gotone bullet, and I advise you to hang on to that to the bitter end. Letme do most of the shooting, if it ever comes to it, which I hope itwon't; because I've got a belt full of all sorts of shells, frombuckshot to Number Sevens. Now, shall we go on again?"
"Sure," replied Step Hen, cheerfully.
But when he had managed to get his arms through the loops of his bundle,and began to heave it up on his back, he groaned audibly, so that Thadknew full well they would hardly make camp that night, at least notwithout several rests by the way.
"How far d'ye think it is, Thad?" asked Step Hen a few minutes later, ashe dragged along behind the other.
"Well, I can't just tell," replied Thad. "It may be only three miles,and then again perhaps it would tally up twice that. We're going tostrike the lake shore by keeping on as we are; but just how far awayfrom camp, gets me. Like as not we can sight their fire, and give theboys a hail that will fetch a canoe for us."
"Whee! wish that blessed canoe was here right now," murmured poor StepHen.
"You're pretty near at the end of your rope, ain't you?" asked Thad.
"That's right, I acknowledge the corn, Thad. I never was so dead tiredin all my life. But I've still got the grit to keep along as far as Ic'n put one foot in front of the other."
"Good for you; we'll try it a little further, and see," Thad went on.
He was chuckling to himself even while he spoke; for he knew full wellthat, although it pleased the tenderfoot to call it "grit," in truth itwas fear of those lurking, howling wolves that was driving Step Hen tomaking these astonishing efforts. After all there is absolutely nothinglike fear to make a laggard run like a Marathon sprinter. It has eveneffected cures in people supposed to be paralyzed, as Thad rememberedreading not a great while before.
They continued on for some time longer; but from the increasing puffingand grunting that came from the region where Step Hen was staggeringalong, it was evident that he was about ready to give up.
"Thad!" he gasped, presently.
"Yes, what is it, Step Hen?"
"Here's a tree," remarked the other; "I mean one that's got limbs nearthe ground, and not like these other tall ghostly pines that I'd need alineman's spurs to shin up."
Thad stopped for a minute.
"Well, if you can't walk on any further, Step Hen, say so, and I'll getup something that ought to keep the wolves away; but of course, ifyou're ready to call quits, why I suppose we'll have to climb up here,and squat like a couple of owls all night."
The prospect evidently did not please Step Hen any too well; besides, hestill retained a shred of his former pride. So he bristled up as he madeanswer, saying:
"Why, of course I c'n go on for quite a distance yet, if you thinkthere's any use of it, Thad. Now, what was you agoin' to do, you said?"
"Under this pine tree, you see, that's been badly used in some storm,there are a lot of branches lying. We can knock off a couple of the onesthat look like they might burn pretty well, and use 'em for torches.Let's get busy and see if it'll work."
At any rate it gave Step Hen another chance to rest up, and get hisbreath. He still clung to that heavy deer's head with its antlers. StepHen could be a most obstinate fellow when he chose; and having once madeup his mind, it was like trying to move the rock of Gibraltar to changeit.
After considerable effort, and the wasting of many matches, so as to getthe pine cones and needles started into a blaze, on account of the nightwind that kept blowing them out as fast as Step Hen lighted them, thetorches were finally made an accomplished fact.
"Wave it around some more, and the wind is going to keep it going,"advised Thad; "besides, the swinging motion will warn the wolves to keepaway, if they don't want to get their old hides singed. Now, if you'refeeling fit, we'll make another stab at getting over the ground."
Still Thad knew
they would not go far before something else wouldhappen; and he really expected that sooner or later they would have todo battle with the hungry four-footed denizens of the pine woods thathad scented their fresh meat, and gave signs of meaning to possess someof it, no matter at what cost.
So Thad bent his mind on figuring out what they had better do if it camedown to a halt. He knew that once they went into camp they could buildseveral fires, so as to virtually surround themselves with a circle offlames, across which no wolf that ever lived would have the daring tojump. And consequently Thad did not feel so deeply concerned about howthings would come out as his comrade did.
"Did you hear that and wasn't it a nasty snarl, though?" demanded StepHen after possibly five minutes more had passed.
"Yes, I heard it, and I suppose the beasts are closing in now," Thadreplied.
"Closing in! Oh! my gracious! Thad, we had ought to be finding a goodtree like that Jim dandy one I wanted to climb, when you said no. Thesetorches ain't agoin' to last much longer; and I don't believe thecritters care about 'em anyway. Hadn't we better change the programme,Thad?"
"Well, one thing I object to," the other answered; "after going to allthis trouble to get venison, and losing our first deer to those woods'pirates, I don't feel like letting these measly wolves share in thissecond lot."
"Them's my sentiments exactly, Thad; but tell me how we're agoin' toprevent 'em, won't you? If it comes right down to brass tacks we've justgot to think of saving our own lives, first of all, and let the preciousmeat go. But then, if we found a tree, we might hang it up beforeclimbing among the branches ourselves. Then, while they were jumping,and trying to snatch it down, we could be peppering the bunch like fun."
"Leave it to me, Step Hen; I've got a plan worth two of that; though wemight as well stop under this tree to try out; and if it comes to theworst we can climb up. But I don't think it's going to be necessary.Throw down your bundle, now, and get busy. We're going to have a fire,two, three of 'em; and squatting in the middle of the string, we'll justcook us some of this tender young buck, and snap our fingers at Mr.Wolf. If he gets too brash, why, we'll give him a card with ourcompliments. Hurry up, and get a fire going, while I stand guard overyou, Step Hen."