"Whopper, you've got a million wolves on the brain."

"Have I? Well, I know--Listen!"

The young hunter stopped short, and both listened a second time. From
a great distance came the howl of a wolf, followed by an answering
howl not so far off.

"Now, what did I tell you!"

Shep did not answer, but picked up his shotgun. Whopper had already
gotten the rifle, and with the firearms fully loaded the young hunters
stood on guard for at least a quarter of an hour.

"I don't hear them any more," said the doctor's son, at length.

"They may be sneaking up on the sly," answered Whopper, and it was
hard for him to keep his voice from trembling.

Neither of the boys cared to go beyond the light of the camp-fire, and
again they waited. But a good half hour went by and nothing more was
seen or heard of the wolves.

"You may as well take another nap, Whopper," said the doctor's son.
"I'll give you about two hours, and then I'll lie down for the same
length of time. That will about finish out the night."

Whopper agreed to this, but it was some time before he could get to
sleep, and then he had another nightmare and groaned as before. But
this time Shep "let him have it out," as he told Whopper afterward.