"To return to the first subject, that matter about which I want to talk with you——-"
"Not to-night," growled the young prowler. Turning on his heel, he started to walk away.
But Dick kept close at his side.
"Shake my trail, you!" ordered the other gruffly. "If you don't you'll be sorry!"
With that the stranger broke into a loping run. At first glance this gait didn't seem to be a swift one, but it was the long, easy, loping stride of the wolf in motion. Young Prescott found that he had to exert himself in order to keep up with the other.
"Go back to your shack!" ordered the prowler.
"Hold on a minute, so that I can talk with you," urged Prescott.
By this time they were at a considerable distance from the camp. Suddenly the prowler halted, wheeling about like a flash, glaring into young Prescott's eyes.
"Now, I'll learn you!" growled the prowler.
"Do you mean that you'll teach me?" queried Prescott. "What?"