"No; he thought we would keep by the path, and go straight to the hotel."
"What fools we were!"
"Well, it can't be helped now."
"I wonder what it is," said Clive, after another anxious pause.
"A wild beast," said David, dismally.
"Of course; but what kind of a one?"
"It may be a wolf."
"I wonder if there are many wolves about here."
"Wolves? Of course. All Italy is fall of them."
"Yes, but this beast has hard feet. Don't you hear what a noise he makes sometimes with his feet? A wolf's feet are like a dog's. I'm afraid it's something even worse than a wolf."