But it was evident that if the hungry animals around heard this decision they refused to pay any attention to it; for instead of decreasing, the howls actually became louder and more insistent, until finally Thad picked up his gun.
"I begin to see that we"re going to have a little target practice after all, Step Hen," he remarked, quietly. "When things get so bad that you can see the skulking beasts creeping about your camp, and even catch the glitter of their yellow eyes, it"s nearly time to begin to bowl a few of them over, so as to inform the rest that we"ve got a dead line marked around here."
"You don"t say?" answered Step Hen, in an awed tone; "show me one, Thad, please. I"d just like to say I"d seen a wolf, really and truly, for once in my life, outside of a menagerie or a circus."
"All right, then," replied the other; "just follow the line of my finger, and I give you my word that skulking thing in the shadows is a real genuine, Canada wolf. I"m going to prove it to you in a minute or two, by taking a crack at him."
"Oh! now there"s two of "em, Thad, crossing each other"s trail. And see there, if that ain"t a third, and even a fourth. Why, I believe the woods are full of "em!"
"You"re about right," replied the patrol leader, more seriously than before, the alarmed Step Hen thought. "Here, let"s throw a few blazing brands around, to scare "em off some, while we lift the bundles up among the branches of this tree. Then, if anything should force us to take refuge there, at any rate we wouldn"t have to listen to the plaguey things chewing at our grub."
This was accordingly done. When the burning bits of wood were hurled out toward them, the wolves temporarily retreated; but Thad knew full well they would soon crowd back, drawn by the scent of the fresh meat; and besides, he did not like to take the chances of setting the woods afire; just after he, and the balance of the Silver Fox Patrol, had accepted this new test of their abilities in the line of doing a good act as fire wardens.
The two packages of venison were easily hoisted into the tree, Step Hen readily climbing up himself in order to lift them still higher; so that by no possibility could a leaping wolf manage to get his teeth in either bundle.
Step Hen came down again a little unwillingly, Thad saw. It must have seemed good and safe up there, so far removed from the fangs of the encircling wolves; but after the fires had burned completely out, it would prove a pretty cold perch; and for one the young scoutmaster did not yearn to try it, unless every other resort failed them.
"Now watch what happens!" remarked Thad, as the other joined him again, gun in hand; "and remember, only shoot if you have to. I"ll hold one barrel in reserve all the time. After I shoot you"ll see me get a new sh.e.l.l in the chamber as quick as I can work it. Be ready, now; and watch sharp!"
No need to tell Step Hen that. He was already keyed up to top-notch condition by the excitement that caused his nerves to quiver, and his breath to come in gasps. And yet, if any one had accused the boy of being afraid, he would have at once indignantly denied the imputation.
Perhaps he was holding himself sternly in hand; Thad hoped as much; but then some persons have a queer way of showing that they are cool and collected. Step Hen was one, for instance; but if all of us could realize just how we look to our neighbors, we might not feel quite so proud.
Thad had his gun ready for quick work. He only waited until he could glimpse one of those skulking, shadowy forms on the outside border of the light cast by the fire circle. Then he glanced along the barrels of his gun, though instinct enabled him to cover the target better than all this aiming; after which his finger pressed the trigger.
The boom of the gun was instantly succeeded by a series of alarming howls; and then Step Hen was heard shouting exultantly:
"You got him then, Thad! I saw him turn a back somersault. He"s a dead one, all right, I tell you, whoop!"
CHAPTER XIV.
STEP HEN HAS VISIONS OF A FUR COAT.
Thad was already hastily inserting a fresh sh.e.l.l in the left chamber of his little shotgun. He felt fully satisfied that he had done just what Step Hen so vociferously proclaimed, knocked over one of the skulking wolves; but there were more of the same breed around, and presently they would get over the temporary fright caused by the flash of fire, together with the heavy crash, when possibly they might show themselves bolder than ever.
And like a true Boy Scout, Thad Brewster believed in always being prepared. He had really taken that for his motto long before he thought of joining a troop of the scouts; so that much of what he agreed to do when signing the muster roll, lay directly in a line with his own ideas of what a wide-awake boy should be.
"They backed off after that hot reception, Thad," Step Hen went on. "Oh!
I hope I"ll get a chance to pop over just one of the sneaky beasts. I"d like to say I"d shot a real wolf. Think of me, Step Hen Bingham, who up to a year ago had never gone off camping or hunting, with a bear to my credit, a buck actually knocked over, even if it was stole away from me; and now, as the crowning event of all, I want to get a savage wolf, a real Canada wolf."
"Oh!" said Thad, laughingly; "I don"t know that they"re different from any other kind they have out on the plains; though perhaps they may be a little larger, and ready to attack a man quicker. But perhaps you"d better take the next good chance then, Step Hen."
"May I, Thad? That"s kind of you. Suppose you give me pointers, then, and tell me just when to blaze away. I want to make a dead sure thing of it."
"Of the wolf, you mean, I guess," Thad went on, keeping a bright lookout while he talked. "Well, watch that place where I got my fellow, and I think you"ll soon see something moving."
"You must mean the rest will be wanting to make a supper off the critter you killed; is that it, Thad? Are they such cannibals as all that?"
asked Step Hen.
"Always said to be," the patrol leader returned, and then quickly added.
"Keep on the lookout, and if you see anything moving, tell me. Above all don"t waste ammunition by firing recklessly. We"re not trying to scare "em off by noise; every shot ought to count for a wolf."
They lapsed into silence for some little time, during which both boys used their eyes to the best advantage. Several times Step Hen"s eagerness caused him to imagine he had caught a glimpse of a moving object; but upon calling the attention of his more experienced comrade to the spot, in every instance Thad had p.r.o.nounced it a false alarm.
But in the end there came a time when Thad himself saw something move, and as he watched more closely he made positive that it was another wolf creeping up in the direction of the spot where his first victim probably lay.
"Are you all ready, Step Hen?" he asked, quietly.
"Just try me, that"s all," came the whispered reply, as the other scout clutched his rifle nervously, and strained his eyes to see what had caught the attention of his chum.
"Then watch that spot where my game kicked the bucket; one of his mates is right now coming to drag the body away, to give it a wolf burial. See him, Step Hen?"
"Yes, yes, and be sure and tell me just when to let him have it, Thad,"
replied the other, beginning to cover the indistinct moving figure with his ready gun.
"Now, hold on for a bit," Thad cautioned. "I"m going to give the fire here a kick that will make it spring up. Then, when you can be sure you"re getting a bead on the slinker, give him Hail Columbia. Watch out, now, old fellow. It"s going to be your only chance to bag a genuine wolf from the Canada bush."
Just as Thad had said, the fire burned briskly after he had used the toe of his boot to give it new life; and sure enough, Step Hen could see the outlines of a long, dim figure that seemed to be hugging the ground. He could even catch the odd gleam of the wicked yellow eyes that were doubtless watching their every movement.
With the sharp report of his rifle there was another howl, this time of pain.
"Did I get him, Thad?" cried the marksman, eagerly.
"You hit him, that"s certain, because I saw him flop over," replied the other; "and that yelp meant sudden pain, as sure as it stood for anything. But he managed to get off, though possibly he will fall within twenty feet."
"Oh! that"s too bad, because his chums"ll chew him all up, and I"ll never have my nice wolf-skin to get a coat made out of for winter,"
exclaimed Step Hen; and then, as he was seized by a new thought, he went on: "But Thad, suppose I took a torch and went out there, d"ye think I"d be apt to find him lying on his back? I"d like the worst kind to get hold of him before the rest of the bunch muster up courage enough to come back."
"Well, since you haven"t even a load in your gun, that would be too risky a game for you to play, Step Hen, and just for an old wolf-skin at that. Perhaps we"ve given "em such a bad scare now that the rest of the pack may skip out, and leave us in peace. Then in the morning you"d find your chap, all right."
"Listen! there"s something crashing through the bushes right back of us, Thad!" exclaimed Step Hen, a minute later, though his companion knew it before he spoke. "Sounds like an elephant might be coming down on us; but they don"t have such animals up here in the Maine woods, do they?
Just hear the racket he keeps making Thad; whatever do you suppose we"re up against now?"
Thad laughed.
"That"s a two-legged elephant, then, Step Hen," he remarked. "Fact is, we"re going to have company, for that"s a man pushing through the brush, and making all the noise he can, so as to scare the wolves away, and at the same time keep us from firing on him." Then raising his voice, Thad called out: "h.e.l.lo, there!"
"Thet you, Thad?" came an answering call.
"Hurrah! it"s Old Eli!" exclaimed Step Hen, readily recognizing the voice of the guide. "This way, Eli; we"re having a healthy old time knocking over some of your Canada wolves. Each got one so far, but I reckon the rest of the pack must a lit out when they heard you coming. I see you now, Eli; and mighty glad you dropped in on us. Where did you spring from anyway; don"t tell me we"re as near the camp as that."
Eli came up, with a wide grin on his face.
"Oh! camp about mile and a half down lake," he remarked, as he gravely shook hands with each hunter in turn. "We saw light of fire over point, and think it might be you boys; so I paddled canoe across here. It ain"t jest five minits walk "cross this strip ter the lake. So ye got sum o"
the critters, did ye?"