"
The two boy hunters had not ventured to the lowest limb of the tree.
Now, as Whopper started to step down, one of the wolves, large and
savage, leaped up at him with a vicious snarl.
"Not to-day!" cried Whopper, and drew himself up again. "I don't
want you to sample my leg!"
"If we only had our guns!" sighed Giant.
"I wanted to get them, Giant. But I don't know if it will do any
good---there are so many of them. One or two less won't count."
The wolves now seemed to grow impatient and snapped and snarled
loudly as they crowded around the tree and tried to leap up towards
the boys. They were evidently a hungry lot.
"I've got an idea!" said Giant, presently. "I am going to cut a
notched stick and reach down for the guns with that."
"Just the thing!" answered his chum. The stick was soon cut, and
then both boys went "Fishing" with it. Both the gun and the rifle
were hanging up by straps, and it was an easy matter to catch the
notch under the straps and hoist the weapons up to where the youths
stood.
"Hurrah! So far so good!" cried Giant.
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