“What is it?” whispered Steve. “There it is again. Why, it must be wolves. There, that sounds like two or three!”
“And I should say it was the cry of wolves, sir, if there are any. But we have not seen a sign.”
“No, not even a fox.”
“But there are deer,” said Johannes; “and where there are deer you generally find wolves to prey upon them. Yes, the cold weather is bringing them now. It must be wolves.”
Chapter Thirty Five.
Preparing for the Enemy.
“Well, Johannes, what do you say to this?” said the captain, when he appeared on deck the next morning—a natural morning Steve called it, for there had been darkness once more in the night.
“Winter’s coming, sir,” replied the Norseman, as he glanced round him at the dark, clear, metal-like ice which spread from shore to shore, and looked strong enough to bear.