“Don’t let go!” shrieked Dave, who had no desire to fall among those snapping jaws waiting to receive him.
Henry clung fast, although it was no easy matter to sustain his cousin in such an unusual position. His wrist was twisted painfully. Then each caught the limb with his free hand, and they both swung up to safety once more.
“That was a narrow squeak!” gasped Dave. “I thought the wolves had me sure. I hope you didn’t get hurt, Henry.”
“Got my wrist scraped a little, that’s all,” was the reply. “But please don’t slip down again. Where’s your gun?”
Dave felt around in dismay. Then he looked below. The strap had broken and the weapon lay in the snow among the wolves.
“You’ll not do any more shooting just yet,” went on Henry, grimly.
“It’s too bad!” cried Dave. “The strap wasn’t very good, but I thought it would hold for this trip. Look out that yours doesn’t drop, Henry.”
“I’ll try to keep it on hand.”
Once again there came a period of waiting. So far it had been clear, but now it commenced to cloud over.
“We are going to have either snow or rain,” announced Dave.