The remaining seven were a dozen yards on the other side of the gate now, leaping and snarling at the stockade, and he knew that the next attack would come from there.

He sprang to the door.

Celie was only a step behind him as he ran out, and was close at his side when he peered around the end of the cabin.
"They must not see you," he made her understand.

"It won't do any good and when they see another man they may possibly get the idea in their heads that you're not here.

There can't be many of them or they'd make quicker work of the wolves.