"Something is moving among the bushes," he said, slowly. "It
may possibly be a deer, but I doubt it."
It was rather pleasant in the tree, and they rested near the top
for some time. Then, of a sudden, Whopper started up.
"What's that, Giant?"
"What's what?"
"That noise below."
"I don't hear anything."
"I do, and I am going down to see what is doing."
Whopper began to descend and the smaller youth followed him.
"Well, I never!"
"Wolves!"
"Yes, and look at the number!"
The words were true. Under the tree a number of wolves had
congregated. There were at least twenty-five or thirty of them, and
they were all of good size.
As soon as they saw the boys they retreated a few feet and then began
to snarl savagely.
"Say, Whopper, I don't like this," observed Giant, with a grave
shake of his head.
"I don't like it myself."
"They don't look extra friendly."
"Friendly? I guess not. They are mighty savage."
"I wonder where they came from?"
"I am sure I don't know. Perhaps from over the mountains. Don't you
remember Jed Sanborn telling us of the packs of wolves over near
Pine Mountain?"
"Yes.
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