"Then fire!"
And the shotgun and the rifle spoke up almost as one piece.
CHAPTER XXVI
SOMETHING ABOUT TRAPPING
When the smoke cleared away the two boy hunters saw two wolves stretched upon the ground, dead. The rest of the pack had retreated, yelping and snarling more frightfully than ever.
"That's the time we did it!" cried Whopper, reloading the rifle, while Giant attended to his shotgun.
"But it hasn't sent them away," was the answer of the smaller youth.
"Here they come back!"
Giant was right. Sniffing suspiciously, the remaining wolves came as close to the tree as before. Strange to say, they scarcely paid any attention to those that had been killed.
"Let us fire again," said Whopper, and his companion nodded. Once more the weapons rang out and again two of the wolves dropped. This time the remainder of the pack grew scared and vanished into the brushwood as if by magic.
"They have gone!" cried Giant, excitedly. "I thought that would make 'em skip."