Mayhew came to a full stop just then.
“There is something coming this way!” he announced.
“It sounds to me as though it was a pack of excited dogs, or wolves in chase of a breakfast,” said Roger, after listening a moment.
Dick nodded his head in a fashion that told that he was of the same opinion. Indeed, as the sounds were constantly growing louder, there could be little doubt concerning their origin. The snapping yelps of wolves in full cry, once heard, cannot again he easily mistaken. There is a thrilling import to the sound that goes through one like a galvanic shock.
“They must he chasing a deer,” Roger hazarded.
“Yes, and heading straight this way!” added Mayhew.
“Perhaps this is the chance we have been waiting for,” ventured Roger, as he handled his gun eagerly.
“No harm done in getting ready, that I can see,” observed Dick, sagely.
“Let us spread out just a little,” suggested Mayhew, who, being a veteran hunter, knew all about the habits of wolves when in pursuit of their quarry.