"We'll die fighting, anyway. I wish I had a gun."
"Wouldn't be much use against this pack."
"Turn your flash and see if there isn't any other way out of this place except the way we came in."
Frank turned the light swiftly about toward the walls back of them and in the radiant gleam the boys saw a narrow passage, like a dark splotch against the rock, just a few feet away.
"That looks like our only chance."
"We'll try it, anyway. It seems to lead back into the wall quite a distance."
"It may be all right—as long as we don't run into another wolf den."
"Those brutes will follow us."
"The whole pack can't get into that narrow tunnel, at any rate. We'll have a better chance of fighting them off." Frank turned the light swiftly on the dark passage again. "You try it first. They may try to rush us when they see us getting away."
They backed up as close to the opening in the rocks as they could. The wolves were very near now. Three of them had thrust their cruel heads directly into the circle of light from the flash. Their vicious snarling echoed throughout the cave. Frank sensed that they were preparing to spring.