"Just the other side of that big tree."
"I see it now."
"Heem no come nearer," the Indian assured him.
"How about trying a shot at him?" Bob whispered.
But before he could get out of his bag at his automatic, which was in his belt, the wolf had disappeared.
"He saved his hide," Jack said.
That the roaring fire had been too much for the wolves to face was evident as their howls grew; fainter and fainter and finally died out altogether.
"I'm mighty glad they were educated wolves," Jack sighed as he snuggled down in his bag.
"What you mean, educated?" Bob asked him.
"Why, that they were brought up to be afraid of fire."