“Wolves!” breathed Jack. “Three of them! What do you know about that!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE TIMBER WOLVES
“Now we are in a pickle!”
“I’ll say so! Why, we haven’t even got our clothing, much less our guns!”
“What are we going to do about it?”
“Don’t ask me! I was never good at answering riddles!”
Thus speaking, the four Rover boys gazed in wonder and astonishment at the sight before them. Sneaking along cautiously were three large gray timber wolves, gaunt and fierce in appearance. They had evidently been attracted to the spot by the scent of the boys and the horses and also, possibly, by the bacon in the supplies.
“There comes another one,” said Fred.
“Yes, and two more are crouched up on the rocks a short distance behind,” came from Jack.