"Come away now," he commanded again; "the Hunt-men sight us--they are racing."
"They'll have a fair trail to follow for a little," answered Wolf; "then it will be dark, and we'll lose them. I go to the Pack for safety; had I known of the Dogs and this other Man I should have brought more than two Cub-wolves."
"I go to the Shack," said Mooswa, shortening his steps to keep pace with Wolf.
"To be killed by the Hunt-men?"
"I don't know; I go to The Boy."
As they climbed the bank, "Bang! pin-g-g-g!" sang a leaden messenger, fairly whistling through the crotches of Mooswa's horns.
"The Firestick!" he grunted; "sight of his dead Train-dogs has angered the Hunt-man. Slip off to your Pack now," he continued, as they trailed through the little clearing surrounding the Shack. "Get Umisk to fix up your foot as he did Black King's."
"And you?" queried Blue Wolf.
"I stop here!" the other answered, swaying as he stood in his tracks for a second.
"Come with me," pleaded Rof; "my Pack shall turn back the Hunters."