It was two or three miles to the ravens'
gathering, and, as before, it proved to be over a cedar brake
where was a deer yard.
Skookum knew all about it. He rushed into the woods, filled with
the joy of martial glory. But speedily came running out again as
hard as he could, yelling "yow, yow, yowl" for help, while
swiftly following, behind him were a couple of gray wolves.
Quonab waited till they were within forty yards; then, seeing the
men, the wolves slowed up and veered; Quonab fired; one of the
wolves gave a little, doglike yelp. Then they leaped into the
bushes and were lost to view.
A careful study of the snow showed one or two triffing traces of
blood. In the deer yard they found at least a dozen carcasses of
deer killed by the wolves, but none very recent. They saw but
few deer and nothing more of the wolves, for the crust had made
all the country easy, and both kinds fled before the hunters.
Exploring a lower level of willow country in hopes of finding
beaver delayed them, and it was afternoon when they returned to
the half-way shanty, to find everything as they left it, except
that their Pack of furs had totally disappeared.
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