Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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it was nearer and sounded more ominous.
For a moment the boys looked at each other, then, as with one accord, turned their heads and looked in the direction whence the startling noise had come. Just as they did so there came another howl, and an instant later a big black form, for all the world like a large dog, leaped from the bushes into the road. "Quick, quick!" cried Larry, seizing his brother's arm and pulling him along, for Tom had slackened his speed, as though fascinated by the sight of the strange animal. "It must be that wolf father read about, the one that got away when the circus train was passing through Husted." And, Larry was right. The animal was indeed a wolf that had escaped from its cage through the door, the fastener on which had been jarred out of place by the motion of the train, and had leaped to liberty. The circus people had reported the loss as soon as it had been discovered and it had been duly announced in the papers. Mr. Alden had read about it, but all had laughed at the thought of a wolf in placid Ohio and dismissed the story as a circus man's joke. Rejoicing in its freedom, the beast had wandered about till it struck the swamp and now the air brought to its keen nose the scent |
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