Do you, on your part, fire only when the wolf has passed your line, or you may hit some of us." The two lads were naturally among those left out from the inner circle.
"What do you think, Ernest; shall we remain on our horses here in the valley or climb the hills ?" "I should say wait here, Harry; in the first place, because it is the least trouble, and in the second, because I think he is as likely to come this way as any other.

At any rate we may as well dismount here, and let horses crop that piece of fresh grass until we hear the horn that will tell us when the dogs have been turned into the thicket to drive him out." It was half an hour before they heard the distant note of the horn.
"They have begun," Ernest exclaimed; "we had better mount at once.
If the brute is still there he is just as likely, being such an old hand at the sport, to make a bolt at once, instead of waiting until the dogs are close to him." "What are we to do if we see him ?" Harry asked.
"We are to shoot him if we can.

If we miss him, or he glides past before we can get a shot, we must follow shouting, so as to guide the rest as to the direction he is taking." "My chance of hitting him is not great," Harry said.

"I am not a very good shot even on my feet; but sitting in my saddle I do not think it likely I should get anywhere near him." A quarter of an hour passed.

The occasional note of a dog and the shouts of the men encouraging them to work their way through the dense thicket could be heard, but no sound of a shot met their ears.
"Either he is not there at all, or he is lying very close," Ernest said.
"Look, look!" Harry said suddenly, pointing through the trees to the right.
"That is the wolf, sure enough," Ernest exclaimed.