“Dat’s de time dat wolf got dun up fo’ keeps,” remarked the colored youth.
“Good for you, Pickles!” cried Jack, gratefully. “You saved my life!”
“Not as much as dat, I rackon,” returned Pickles. “Is dis de las’ ob de tribe?”
“Jack wheeled about and took hasty aim.” See page [138].
“I believe so,” returned Harry. “Let us all load up and be on our guard. There may be more of the pack that haven’t yet arrived.”
They followed this advice, and then walked back to where Boxy and Andy had been left. They were joined by the others, and then all five of the boys walked around to view their dead enemies.
“Six wolves isn’t bad,” observed Jack, grimly.
“That’s so,” returned Boxy. “But it isn’t exactly the kind of hunting we are looking for.”
“The deep snow drove them out for food,” remarked Harry. “No doubt they followed up the trail of the dead rabbits and squirrels we are carrying.”