Johnny walked out upon the vine bridge and bounced it up and down.
“It is strong enough to hold us, Gran’ma!” he called back. “Put your hands over your eyes and you will be all right.”
“I can’t do it!” Gran’ma replied, as she sat down on the ground.
“If we only had our boat we’d fly across!” Janey said.
“Yes! If we only had our boat we’d fly home!” Gran’ma sighed.
“Maybe, after all, we had best go back to the wicked Jingle’s house until he goes to bed and then we may be able to get our boat!” Gran’pa suggested.
“Perhaps we had!” Johnny agreed. So they turned from the canyon and started to retrace their steps.
Suddenly Gran’pa, who was in the lead, stopped and said, “Listen! What was that?”
They all held their breaths an instant later. It was the baying of Wolves.
“They are coming in this direction!” Johnny cried.