“A wolf! where?” said Mr Campbell.
“At the cow-lodge,” replied John.
“The cow-lodge!” said his father.
“Yes; killed Sancho!”
“Killed Sancho! why, Sancho was with your cousins!”
“Yes,” replied John.
“Then, where did you leave them?”
“With the wolf,” replied John, wiping his rifle very coolly.
“Merciful Heaven!” cried Mr Campbell, as Mrs Campbell turned pale; and Alfred, Captain Sinclair, Martin, and Henry, seizing their rifles, darted out from the house, and ran with all speed in the direction of the cow-house.
“My poor girls!” exclaimed Mr Campbell.