“No,” said Dick, “we’ve got to save our ammunition. We may need it badly a little later on. Besides, I doubt very much whether one wolf would dare to attack us. It’s a full pack that I’d be afraid of.”
“If there were more than one,” rejoined Sandy, peering fearfully across at the subject of their conversation, “I think I’d be inclined to pull this blanket over my head. I simply wouldn’t want to see ’em.”
Dick’s amused laugh was broken short by a sudden snarling from the huskies. This continued until Toma cracked his whip and shouted out a sharp word of command.
“No like ’em wolves either,” he explained. “You promise no be afraid if I tell you something.”
“Certainly,” answered Dick. “What is it?”
“You look on other side.”
Sandy and Dick, following directions, drew in a quick breath of alarm. Two more wolves, equally as large as the one on their right, trotted along unconcernedly across the drifts, their furry forms plainly distinguishable in the moonlight.
“Lord help us!” exclaimed Sandy, with no thought of irreverence.
“Can you beat that?” Dick wanted to know.
“No see wolves any more when morning comes,” Toma attempted to cheer them. “You wait.”