“Where is your torch, Long-head?” panted Rago, as he came up out of breath.
He saw Long-head standing against the tree, and the wolf ready to spring upon him.
Long-head was terribly frightened, for he could not defend himself against the wolf.
His torch was out, and he had lost his club. He didn’t dare attempt to climb the tree for fear the wolf would seize him.
Rago came up cautiously from behind. With one bound he waved his torch before the eyes of the wolf.
The fire terrified the wolf and he made one leap for the thicket.
Then Long-head sank to the ground. He was weak with fright.
“He almost had me, that time,” said Long-head.
“He was upon me before I knew it. My torch had gone out and I was waiting for you, when the wolf sprang toward me.