Guns and Snowshoes - Or, the Winter Outing of the Young Hunters by Ralph Bonehill
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"All right."
They took careful aim, and at the word from Whopper each pulled the trigger of his shotgun. Bang! Bang! The two guns spoke up in rapid succession, and as the smoke cleared away it was seen that two of the wolves lay on the ice, twisting and turning in their death agonies. The others were scuttling away, one limping painfully. "Hullo, what's up?" came from Snap, as he rushed from the shelter, followed by Giant. "What are you firing at?" "We just brought down a couple of wolves," answered Whopper, with considerable satisfaction in his tone. "Wolves!" ejaculated Giant. "I didn't think they'd find us as early as this." Taking a brand from the fire, Whopper led the party out on the ice to where the two wolves lay. One was already dead and the other quickly breathed its last. They were large and gaunt looking creatures, with cruel teeth, and Shep shivered as he looked them over. "I am glad they didn't get into the shelter," he observed. "If they had, we should have had the fight of our lives." "I doubt if they would have attacked us," answered Snap. "They were |
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