CHAPTER XVIII.
CHASED BY WOLVES.
After some discussion it was decided to follow the course of the creek upon which they had pitched their camp.
This would aid them in several ways. It would prevent them from going astray and getting lost, and traveling was easier there than in among the trees and brush. Moreover, Jack was of the opinion that they would find more game along the creek side than elsewhere.
Every one was in excellent spirits, and had it not been for a warning from Harry, Boxy and Pickles would have started to sing and whistle.
“We will never get anything unless you remain quiet,” he said. “It is hard enough to stalk anything without a dog.”
“Oh, I ought to have brought Leo,” burst out Boxy. “But Minnie wouldn’t hear of it. She said it was bad enough for me to go, without taking him.”
“Leo isn’t a hunting dog, is he?” questioned Andy.
“A kind of one. He hasn’t been trained very well.”
“Then he would have been worse than none,” put in Jack. “A dog is no good unless he is thoroughly broken.”
“My ole man’s dun got de dorg,” put in Pickles. “But he would radder gib me his suit of clo’s dan let me take Woppy away. He t’inks moah ob dat dorg dan he does ob me, a heap sight.”