The single door was open. Through the roofless top the snow came down heavily.
But it was a welcome house of refuge amid peril. Will pushed the door shut and propped a heavy log lying inside against it.
As he did so he saw, breaking from the cover of the forest, a dozen or more wolves.
“Just in time,” he murmured, relievedly, as he glanced around at the stout timbers enclosing the cabin.
CHAPTER XI.
IMPRISONED BY WOLVES.
Tom Dalton could not overcome the terror he experienced at the near proximity of the wolves until Will assured him that they were safe.
“They can’t break in the door nor reach the roof.”
“But we’ll have to stay here all night.”
“Very probably, Tom, and we’ll make the best of it and try and keep comfortable.”