“A wolf!”
“Wolf!” cried Jack. “I thought it was a dog. Oh, well, no matter. We can certainly take care of a lone wolf.”
“So we can,” said Boris dryly. “The trouble is that by an hour after dark it won’t be a lone wolf. There will be wolves by the score upon our track.”
“But can’t we outrun them?” asked Jack fearfully.
“We might, if our horses were fresh. But you must remember we have traveled all day.”
“Then we shall have to fight,” declared Jack quietly.
“Of course,” said Boris briefly. “But with our hands we can do little.”
Jack produced Surgoff’s revolvers and passed one of them to Boris.
“These will help a little,” he said.
“A little, but not much,” said Boris with a shake of his head. “A few wolves shot down and there will still be more.”