And run they did, trying to load their firearms as they went.
Soon the wolves were close at their heels!
CHAPTER XIX.
THE LAST OF THE WOLVES.
It certainly looked as if matters would turn out seriously for the five boys. The three remaining wolves were close at their heels, and so far no one but Jack had succeeded in reloading his gun.
The boys thought it odd that the three wolves did not stop to devour their dead companions. The truth was that every one of the savage beasts had received a portion of the scattering shot and was so enraged that it thought only of attack.
As soon as he had his firearm ready for use, Jack wheeled about and took hasty aim.
Bang! went the gun, and the foremost of the wolves keeled over, shot through the head.
“Good for you, Jack!” panted his brother. “I wish I could knock another of them!”
“Sling your guns over your shoulders and jump for the tree limbs!” called out Boxy, and an instant later he made a leap and drew himself up into a tree, where he was safe for the time being.
Andy quickly followed his example, and Jack did the same. Harry was just finishing loading, and kept on running.