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Suddenly, once again the wolf-cry burst out, this ti and plaintive and full of frightful portent

So much nearer now it see with their labors, they stood still, fear-smitten

"They can't be much farther off now than Thirty-Fifth Street," the man exclaimed under his breath "And we're hardly past Second Avenue yet--and look at the infernal thickets and brush we've got to beat through to reach the river! Here, I'd better get e over? I can take the bag in ht to shoot with!"

"Why not drop everything and run for the banca?"

"And desert the job? Leave all we cas for Heaven kno long? I guess not!"

"But, Allan--"

"No, no! What? Abandon all our plans because of a feolves? Let 'e or two!"

"Give ht--here!"

Each noith a firearain On and on they lunged, they ed through the forest, half carrying, half dragging the sack which now seerown ten tiht on bushes, on lirowth

"Oh, look--look there!" cried Beatrice She stopped short again, pointing the revolver, her finger on the trigger

Allan saw a lean, gray for, slide across a dim open space off toward the left, a space where once First Avenue had cut through the city froe, choked feeling all around his heart "And look--threein ahead of us Here, I'll have a shot at 'em, for luck!"

A howl followed the second spurt of flaaunt portents of death licked, yapping, at his flank

"Got you, all right!" gibed Stern "The kind o' game you're after isn't as easy as you think, you devils!"

But now fro creatures gathered Their eyes glowed, gleareat wilderness that once had been the city's heart The two last hus, the lolling wet redness of tongues--could hear the soughing breath through those infernal jaws

Stern raised the rifle again, then lowered it