“No, we couldn’t do anything like that,” Dick returned firmly. “In your condition you need medical care as soon as you can get it. As long as we can stand you’re going to stay on this sled.”
As if to bear out Dick’s words, the officer fainted dead away.
Alarmed, Dick put a cup of melted snow to the pale lips. The corporal had just aroused enough to drink when a sound from across the snow startled Dick so that he spilled the water.
“Listen to that!” ejaculated Sandy.
“I heard it,” Dick replied.
Long, weird, mournful, the howl of a wolf rose and fell in the distance. It was the hunger cry of the most savage denizen of the northland wilds. Deep snow had made hunting hard for the wolves, and they were beginning to take notice of the man prey of the land.
“Him hungry,” grunted Toma.
They set off on the trail once more. A half mile they struggled along with the sled, when another wolf howled from a different quarter. This time the cry was answered.
“Wolves come together for big hunt,” Toma explained, with his usual absence of emotion.
“Here’s hoping they don’t pick on us,” Sandy remarked.