needed.

This sleep was nearly completed when Fred was aroused by some animal
licking his face. He arose with a start of exclamation and terror, and the
animal growled and darted back several feet. A pair of gleaming eyes
flashed in the darkness--the same pair which he had seen before. The wolf
had come back to him.

Fred drew his revolver with the purpose of giving him a shot, when he
reflected that it would be wisdom not to kill the animal until he was
forced to do it in self defense. So he shoved the weapon back in its
place, where it could be seized at a moment's warning, and sat still. In a
few moments the wolf ventured softly up to him, and preparing to begin his
feast. The boy, yielding to a strange whim, threw out his arms and made a
grab at him.

The affrighted creature made a leap to escape the embrace, and Fred
grasped his tail with both hands. This made the wolf wild with terror, and
away he leaped. The boy hung on, running with might and main in his
efforts to keep up. The brute, not knowing what he had in tow, was only
intent upon getting away, and he plunged ahead as furiously as if a
blazing torch was tied to his tail. Fred was fully imbued with the "spirit
of the occasion," and resolved not to part company with his guide, unless
the caudal appendage should detach itself from its owner. The wolf was
naturally much more fleet of foot, but his efforts of speed only increased
that of the lad, who, still clinging to his support, labored with might
and main.

Away, away they went!