“How about the wolves?”
“They are all dead but one, and he is sitting under the tree waiting to make a meal of me.”
“If there’s only one left I’ll soon finish him!” responded Jack, quickly. “Just wait till I load up again.”
“Look out there!” suddenly shouted Boxy, from another direction. “Here comes another wolf!”
A yelping from the woods left behind told that he was right. The beast stopped under the trees Boxy and Andy had climbed for safety.
Presently both boys fired on him, and he was mortally wounded. With a yelp of pain almost human he dragged himself out of sight through the brush.
“He’s cooked!” cried Andy.
“Any more coming?” questioned his big brother, anxiously.
“Not that we can hear,” replied Boxy, after a pause. “By the way, where is Pickles?”
That was a puzzling question. In their excitement all of the members of the Zero Club had forgotten the negro youth.