“Not a bit of it,” Rex replied. “He just fainted and I’ll bet it’s the first time such a thing ever happened to him. His kind don’t keel over easily but he was scared half to death before he saw that thing and that was the last straw.”
“You are sure you’ve got him good and fast?” Bob asked.
“I think so, but, perhaps, you had better take a look. I guess you know more about such things than I do.”
But, after a hasty examination, Bob declared that it was a good job.
“Couldn’t have done a better myself,” he said.
“How, in the name of common sense, did you fix up that thing?” Rex asked, pointing to the wolf’s head, which Jack had thrown on the floor.
“We were lucky,” Bob laughed, as he picked up the head. “You see we found the skeleton of a sheep and took the head and made it larger with some birch bark and spruce twigs smeared over with pitch which we got off a pine tree. Jack’s under shirt had to suffer to supply the tongue. Mine isn’t red. Then we got that fire effect by using the heads of pretty near a whole box of matches. It’s pretty crude you see, when you get close to it, but at a distance, I guess it looked real enough.”
“I should say it did,” Rex declared as he picked up the head. “If I hadn’t known that you were back of it I’m not sure but what I’d have gone with Parry.”
“What did you think of Jack’s howls?” Bob asked.
“They were perfect,” Rex replied. “He hadn’t the least doubt, but that his wolf was after him.”