He turned quickly, to find Miss Briggs standing at his side.
“No. We have our rifles, and so long as the bear meat holds out those cowardly brutes can think of nothing else. We will give them something to think about shortly, however. I think we have seen about enough of this, and I am a little anxious about the ponies, too.”
“Why?”
“You heard the wolves howling a little while ago. Well, you don’t hear them now, do you?”
“Meaning?” interjected Grace.
“That they may be attacking the ponies or they may be stalking us—may at this moment be within a few yards of us. I don’t worry about our safety. They would have to be very hungry to attack us, in force as we are, but let them overwhelm a pony and get him down, and he is lost.”
The guide paused, and peered through the leaves of a bunch of saplings behind which the party was standing. He gazed steadily for a full minute.
“Mrs. Gray, fix your gaze on that tree with the umbrella top. Do you get it?” asked White eagerly.
“Yes.”
“Let me know if you see anything.”