"You turn in first," said Shep. "I'll watch the fire. When I can't
keep awake any longer, I'll call you."

Whopper laid down and was soon slumbering. Shep continued to guard the
fire, and, to keep himself awake, walked up and down the narrow
confines of the temporary shelter. He often paused to listen to the
roaring of the wind, which, outside of the crackling of the blaze, was
the only sound that broke the stillness.

"Well, I am glad no wild animal has come to disturb us," he thought,
as he continued to pace up and down.

Presently he sat down and his eyes closed. For a moment he dozed, and
then started up. A low moan had reached his ears.

"What in the world is that?" he asked himself, and felt his hair
standing on end. Then he heard the moan again, and turning half
around, began to grin to himself. The moan had come from Whopper, who
was having a nightmare.

"Hi, Whopper! Wake up!" he called, and shook his companion.

"Get out--don't chew me up!" groaned Whopper, and then sat up and
rubbed his eyes. "Wha--what's the matter? Oh, I--er--I guess I was
dreaming," he said sheepishly.

"You were, and groaning fit to raise the dead," answered the doctor's
son, who now felt that he could afford to laugh.

"I dreampt about a million wolves were after me, and one was going to