"Why, don't you know that these wolves are about as dangerous customers as you can find in the mountains?" he remonstrated. "This is certainly a fine specimen, the king of the pack."
With some difficulty we got the wolf to the camp.
"Let's fool the boys if they are asleep," I said. They were sleeping the sleep of the just and making a considerable racket about it too. I leaned his wolfship in position against a rock and propped up his head. Then I laid down for a moment. "Gracious, Tom!" I whispered, "what's that over by that rock?"
"Where?" he cried, sitting up alarmed by my tone.
"There," I said, "don't you see?"
"Heavens, it's a wolf! Where's my rifle?" he cried.
"I'm going to catch it," I said, springing up.
"Wake up, Jim," yelled Tom, "Jo's gone crazy. He's going to catch a live wolf."
Jim sat up and looked around. "You lumax," he said, "that wolf is dead. You don't suppose a live wolf would stand for all this racket."
He went over to examine our prize. "Where did you capture him?" asked Jim.