“Heem no want you,” Parry declared as he got out of his bunk and crossed the room. “Heem after me. You tink heem can get in here?”
“Well, of course, no ordinary wolf could,” Rex replied slowly, “but if that’s a spirit wolf as you seem to think, I don’t imagine a little thing like a door would bother him much.”
“I untie you, you try help me, oui?” the breed promised as another howl, now evidently very near, came to their ears.
“Sure, I’ll help you if I can. But if that fellow really gets in, good night.”
Parry quickly untied the ropes and Rex sat up on the edge of the bunk.
Parry had lighted the little lamp and Rex could see that the man was in a bad way. His swarthy face was as pale as a face of that hue could get and his hands trembled violently as he replaced the chimney on the lamp.
Never had he seen such fear in a man’s face and a wave of pity swept over him as he watched.
“But he deserves all that’s coming to him,” he thought.
All this time the cries had been coming nearer. Until now it seemed that the wolf must be close at hand. Then, for a time they stopped. What was coming next Rex wondered. But he did not have long to wait. Soon the sound of the patter of feet was heard on the roof. Patter, patter, they sounded as thought some large animal was running across the roof.
Parry sank down in a chair, his face livid.