What he heard caused his blood to run cold. A faint chopping sound drifted in from the dark. Now coming from the right, the left, before him, behind, it seemed all about him at once.
Putting out a hand, he shook the shoulder of Gordon Duncan.
“Listen! Wolves!” he said in a tone that was low and deep.
“What is it?” the girl asked, sitting up.
“Listen! Wolves!” Johnny repeated.
At once, above the chop-chop of the distant enemy, he heard the girl’s teeth chatter.
“Get out the bows and arrows,” said Gordon Duncan. “If only we had a fire.”
“If we only had!” the girl echoed.
“But we’ll do for ’em!” the old man declared stoutly.
“Here! There! Stop him!” The girl sprang to her feet.