The Flying Wolves!
At almost the same instant old Joe fell on his knees in the snow.
“Les Loups! Les Loups Galoups!” he burst out.
Jack’s teeth fairly chattered. But Tom grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and shook him vigorously.
“Don’t be a chump!” he remonstrated. “Remember the last scare you had, and how simply it was explained.”
Jack turned red and rallied his fears.
“Do you think it is the thief trying to scare us again?” he asked in rather quavery tones.
“I don’t know. But, by hookey! I’ll find out and——”
Over their heads came a rush like the sweeping of a hundred wings. A big white form flew downward, almost striking the old guide in the face. With a howl he rolled over, scattering the ashes of the fire right and left.
Jack also uttered a shout.