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' GOODWIN'S W-BBKUY. H H
"I'm afraid we won't get much game'
"Budge," said John, after they had been in
camp for a day or two. "Hardly any signs
of it in the woods or along the stream down,
there. Plenty of wolves, too. Hear 'em
I last night?"
"I should say I did," replied Budge.
"Pretty close, too, weren't they?"
"Yes. They're hungry, I guess. You
don't want to be caught after sunset. We'd
better visit the traps together tomorrow."
"Budge was seated on a bench, with a pan
between his knees, industriously peeling
potatoes. He looked up inquiringly, then
"Afraid of them, Jack?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," said John, seriously. "I know
what the brutes will do when they are good
"All right, Jack", all right. Hope we won'
have to say how-de-do to them, though."
And Budge croaked away at some old song
as he put the potatoes in the iron pot and
hung it over the fire.
The traps were empty going out the next
day. John's number three, cleverly placed
under the snow crust, with the bait over it,
had had an occupant, but a few scraps of
bloody hair were all that remained, and John
I looked grave as he glanced at the tracks
around the trap. Down by the beaver log
slide, however, they found a big beaver,
both front paws fast in the trap. It was
nearly 2 o'clock when they reached the
beaver lodges. It was dusk among the pines
at five, and John hurriedly skinned the
animal, rolled up the pelt and slung it over
his shoulder. - -
"Budge, we've got to hustle," said John,
as he adjusted the straps over his shoulders.
"It's getting late, and I don't like the looks
Budge laughed. He had seen nothing out
of the way. But John had. There was a
peculiar deadness to the air that foretold to
him the approach of the snow, and he
glanced apprehensively at the sky as they
cut through the poplars and across the
maple-covered ridge to the river.
Mile after mile they trudged along, fol
lowing the frozen stream to where the trail
opened through the pines for the five mile
cut to the shack.
Suddenly John stopped. Faint and far
away, but deadly, there came to his ears the
cry of the pack. It was from down river.'
The wolves had struck their trail.
Budge heard it too, and his face was white
as he looked at John.
"Budge, they're after us. We've got to
make that shack."
John hurriedly threw from his shoulders
the straps holding the wet beaver pelt and
diopped it on the snow.
"Here's the trail. For God's sake now,
don't trip. Steer clear of the willows," said
John as they turned into the pines.
S On and on they sped. Once John,
setting the pace through the gathering
H gloom of the forest, tripped and crashed
I against a tree. And little drops of blood
trickled from a cut in his forehead on
to his bright colored woolen coat. It
was snowing now, but there was a light
crust over the old snow, and their snow
shoes sank but little as they fought for the
two long miles that held between them and
the shack. But louder and louder rang the
yelp of the pack, as with heads down the
the lean bodies outstretched in the grey
hound swing of the chase they followed the
fresh scent of their quarry.
John and Budge were racing for their lives
now. Nearer and nearer, louder and louder,
came the cry of the wolves.
Suddenly it changed. The gray brutes
had come in sight of the hunted men, and
sharp and clear rang their "yap yap yow"
as they leaped straight for their prey.
"Budge, we can't make it. Here, take
this tree," gasped John, after a hurried look
over his shoulder. "Slip your snow shoes,
Budge did so"; then he balked.
"John, you first," he said quietly.
"Damn you, get up there," screamed John,
and putting his arms under Budge, he fairly
threw him into the low branches of the tree.
The pack was on them now. John just
had time to scramble into the lower branches
when the wolves, five of them, snarling'and
whimpering in their blood hunt, leaped for
the tree. A crash, a scream of a human be
ing in mortal fear, and Budge was in their
midst. The branch had broken beneath
him, and he had fallen headlong, right into
the leaping, snarling pack.
In a flash John's arm went out.
"Here, Budge, up. Get' up," he cried
hoarsely. "Grab my hand, quick."
Budge, half dazed, with the teeth of one
brute in his shoulder, struggled to his feet
and grasped John's outstretched hand. As
he did so there was a snarl, a streak of gray
through the air, and the fangs of a' wolf
were buried in John's arm.
He tore it out, screaming in his madness
and pain. But Budge was down again, and
they were on him.
"Shoot me, John. Don't let "
John steadied himself, and wrenched out
"We found John about an hour afterwards,
I guess. We heard the shooting and the
yelping of those wolves away over at our
camp. He had loosened his belt, strapped
himself to the tree trunk, and fired the re
maining cartridges of his revolver at the
wolves. He killed two of them. We saw
the other three slink off into the shadows as
we came up. John's hair turned white that
I know I must be wrong,
But I cannot love ping-pong,
I cannot sing
In praise of ping;
I have no song for pong.
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