It was long after midnight when Fred was awakened by a series of loud howls outside the tent. At the same time Mr. Baxter and Jerry sat up.
"What's that?" asked Fred.
"The dogs must have gotten loose and want something to eat," said Jerry.
"Those are not dogs," replied Mr. Baxter. "I know those howls only too well."
"What are they?" asked Fred.
"A pack of wolves. Boys, get your rifles ready. Unless I'm mistaken we're going to have trouble. The animals are probably wild with hunger, and have gotten scent of our camp."
CHAPTER XI
SHOOTING A MOOSE
It was the work of but an instant for the travelers to slip on their big fur coats, and they were ready to go outside, for going to bed in the arctic regions is more a process of dressing than undressing, and they had lain down with even more clothes on than they wore during the day.