"No!" exploded the fat boy. "I guess if there's any shooting to be done, Stacy Brown can do it, even if he's only got one foot to hop along on."
Scrambling to his feet, Stacy recovered his rifle. He had forgotten all about his injured foot now.
Cautiously the boys crawled up to the top of the rise of ground.
"Sit down, everybody," directed Tad. "We ought to be able to see them from here."
Not a thing save clumps of sage brush met peering eyes of the Pony Rider Boys.
"Lay the barrel of your gun over my shoulder and look through the telescope," directed Tad softly.
Pointing the gun to the southward, Stacy rested it on his companion's shoulder, placing an eye to the peep hole. The lads fairly held their breath for a minute.
"I see him! I see him!" whispered Stacy in an excited tone.
"What is it?" demanded Ned. "Where?"
"I don't know. I guess it's a wolf."