“I see them! And they are coming directly for us!” cried Dave, a minute later, and as he spoke eight or nine wolves burst into view, coming forward on a run, their eyes gleaming and their fangs showing viciously.
CHAPTER XV
WOLVES, AND A SNOWSTORM
The two young hunters knew from former experience that it would be useless to attempt to shoot down so many wolves, and so they looked around for some other means whereby to escape from the beasts, who were evidently hungry and bloodthirsty.
“Into one of the trees!” cried Henry, and slung his rifle over his shoulder. His cousin did likewise, and both caught hold of some tree-limbs just as the wolves drew near. One made a snap at them, but they managed to get out of the reach of the animal before any damage was done.
As was to be expected, the first wolves to appear were the forerunners of a pack, and soon, to the consternation of Dave and Henry, more of the beasts appeared until they could count forty. They snapped and snarled, and several fell upon the carcass of the wolverine and tore it into pieces.
“That’s the way they’d like to tear us into bits,” remarked Dave, with a shudder over the sight.
“Dave, no two ways about it, we are in a pickle.”
“And likely to stay there for some time to come, Henry.”
“That’s the truth of it. Trying to shoot such a pack is utterly impossible.”
“And I doubt if we can drive ’em away either.”