But this was not to be.
Glancing from the window, Boris saw the wolves suddenly begin to move away. It was strange and the Russian was unable to account for it. But he was not long making out the cause of the trouble.
Came the sound of footsteps without—not a sound made by a single man, but rather by a large body of men. Boris became instantly apprehensive, and tip-toeing across the room, he aroused Jack quietly. As the lad opened his eyes the Russian laid a warning finger to his lips:
“Sh-h-sh,” he said softly.
“What’s the matter now?” demanded Jack. “Wolves?”
Boris shook his head.
“Surgoff?” whispered Jack.
“Can’t tell yet,” was the reply. “There are men outside. Perhaps they will pass by without looking in.”
“No such luck, with those dead wolves out there,” said Jack.
The lad was right. Suddenly there came a voice from without, raised in surprise.