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"No use," said he quite calht use up all our ah of 'em to pick our bones They'll be all around us in aus down! Coht a torch, Allan They're afraid of fire"

"Grand idea, little girl!"

Even as he answered he was scrabbling up dry-kye Came the rasp of his flint

"Give 'e!" he co, snarling wrangle Off there in the gloorew

It ended in screae, suddenly throttled, choked, and torn to nothing A worrying, rending, gnashing told the story of the wounded wolf's lastbranch of resinous fir in his hand The rifle he thrust back into the bag

"Ate him, still warun You won't led oncenohatever happens!" panted Stern, jerking it savagely off a jagged stub "Fivetorch he dashed full at a grisly s To their nostrils the singe of burned hair wafted Yelping, the beast swerved back

But others ran in and in at the Both of theht with fire

Pande wails and snuffing barks blent with the clicking of ivories, the pad-pad-pad of feet, the crackling of the underbrush

All around, wolves On either side, behind, in front, the sliding, bristling, sneaking, suddenly bold horrors of the wild

And the ring was tightening; the attack was co torch could not now drive theainst the tree-trunks, wavered through the dusk, lighted the harsh, rage-contracted face of the ure of the woht on and on with their precious burden, hoping for a glimpse of water, for the river, and salvation

"Take--a tree?" gasped Beatrice

"And maybe stay there a week? And use up--all our ammunition? Not yet--no--no! The boat!"

On, ever on, they struggled

A strange, unnatural exhilaration filled the girl, banishing thoughts of peril, sending the blood aglow through every vein and fiber of her wonderful young body