"It's a wolf likely," said Dick, but all three seized and
cocked their rifles nevertheless.
Again Crusoe growled more angrily than before, and
springing out of the camp snuffed the breeze anxiously.
"Up, lads! catch the nags! There's something in the
wind, for the dog niver did that afore."
In a few seconds the horses were saddled and the
packs secured.
"Call in the dog," whispered Joe Blunt; "if he barks
they'll find out our whereabouts."