“Did ye hear that?” she asked breathless.
The scout drew rein.
“I heard nothing,” said he. “What did you——”
“There it is ag’in! Wolves, as I’m a mortal sinner! And they’re answering each other, I’ll be bound. Jes’ listen at ’em!”
The scout could not fail to hear them now, for their howls swept out in a wild chorus.
“Wolves?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Comin’ this way?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure.”
She observed that in spite of his careless reply he touched up the horse with the spur.