He fired three shots. The last shot was answered by a sharp yelp of pain.
“You got one!” Jerry yelled excitedly.
“Shh! Listen!” Sandy said. Above the wailing of the storm they could hear wild snarling and yelping.
“Sounds like they’re fighting among themselves,” Jerry said.
The commotion ended as abruptly as it had begun, and although Sandy kept searching the darkness with the light for a long time, there was no further sign of the wolves. At last, when the dogs quieted down and curled up in burrows, the boys relaxed.
“I guess the shots did scare them off at that,” Sandy decided. “Now let’s find that box of ammo in Charley’s pack, and then we can go back inside and see if we can get some rest.”
“Sleep?” Jerry said. “Are you kidding? Suppose they come back again?”
“The dogs will warn us if they do.”
Jerry shivered. “Okay. But I’ll take the bed next to the wall, just in case.”
The snow had completely blocked the entrance, and they had to shovel energetically to clear it. “Man, it’s really warm in here,” Jerry said as he crawled into the lean-to.