We shall arrive before they move on again." Five minutes later they rode into a glade where a number of horsemen were assembled.

There was a shout as they were seen.
"Why, Ernest," the marquis called as they approached, "we thought you had lost us.

You have missed some rare sport; but what's the matter with your arm, and what have you got there ?" "We have got the demon wolf," Ernest replied; "so you haven't had all the sport to yourselves." There was a general exclamation of surprise and almost incredulity, and then every one rode over to meet them, and when it was seen that the object slung between the two horses was really the demon wolf there was a shout of satisfaction and pleasure.

Again the notes of the mort rang out through the woods, and every one crowded round the lads to congratulate them and to examine the dead monster.
Ernest was lifted from his horse, for he was now reeling in the saddle, and could not have kept his seat many minutes longer.
His wound was carefully examined, and the marquis pronounced the shoulder-bone to be broken.

A litter was made and four of the foresters hoisted him upon their shoulders, while four others carried the wolf, still slung on its pole, behind the litter.