He glanced over his shoulder again.
“Look!” he exclaimed. “There is another!”
Jack looked back and his heart beat more fast as he saw that the first loping gray figure had been joined by a second and that they came forward rapidly.
“There will be more of them directly,” said Boris calmly.
“Well, we have wasted time enough,” declared Jack at this point. “Before the pack assembles, I believe it would be well for us to whip up and put as much distance between us and the wolves as possible.”
“We won’t be able to put much,” said Boris pessimistically. “The faster we go the faster they will go, until the pack has closed in, and then they will come to the attack.”
“Can you shoot?” asked Jack suddenly.
“Like a flash,” was the reply. “I can hit anything that can be hit. Why?”
“Then you do the shooting and I’ll do the driving,” said Jack. “Here, you take both these guns. Give me the reins and the whip.”
The exchange was made, and Jack touched the backs of the horses lightly with the whip.