"Neither was that one," Bob replied.
"Hope they know that they're supposed to be afraid of fire."
"Same here."
The dogs were getting more and more uneasy as the wolves came closer and soon the boys heard the Indian again moving. He threw some more wood on the fire and then, going to where the dogs were stationed, he spoke to them in a low tone as if fearful that he would awaken the boys. At his words the dogs ceased their growls, but a low whining told that they were not fully reassured.
"We're not asleep," Bob called out.
"How many of them are there should you say?" Jack asked as the Indian came back beneath the tree.
"Mebby ten, mebby more."
Howl now answered howl in rapid succession as the wolves came nearer and, a few minutes later Bob, who was sitting up, thought he could see a shadowy form on the other side of the fire and some twenty feet away from it.
"Look, Jack," he whispered.
"I can't see anything."