“What do you suppose ever scared that wolf so?”
“The wolf that stampeded the buffaloes?”
“Yes.”
“You may have three guesses. But that’s why we’re going to keep watch and watch to-night,” Chet said grimly.
“You don’t think it was another hunting party?” cried Dig.
“I believe nothing but human beings would have so scared that grey rascal. My! how he ran! I didn’t think of it at the time. I was too excited,” Chet said reflectively. “But take it from me, boy, that wolf was running from man.”
“I don’t understand it,” declared Dig. “If there had been another party besides us stalking that herd, why didn’t we see them?”
“They wouldn’t have been very good hunters if we had seen them,” laughed Chet.
“I mean after the buffaloes were stampeded. They must have been in that thicket out of which the wolf came.”
“Sure. And the very fact we didn’t see them after the stampede, makes me suspicious,” Chet returned. “I tell you, Dig, that party that stopped on the trail and robbed us last night puzzles me greatly.”