S'pose Barry finds out I'm on his trail; s'pose he won't foller the wolf when the wolf tries to lead him to me.

S'pose he gets on this hoss and cuts away?
Can I foller the wind, Haw-Haw?
This hoss has got to die!" From the manger he threw out several armfuls of hay, wrenched down from behind the manger several light boards, and tossed them on the hay.

He lighted a match and was approaching the small flame to the pile of inflammables when Haw-Haw Langley cried softly: "Hark, Mac!" The big man instantly extinguished the match.

For a moment they could distinguish nothing, but then they heard the sharp, high chorus of the wild geese flying north.

Haw-Haw Langley snickered apologetically.
"That was what I heard a minute ago!" he said.