With a suddenness as startling figures raised themselves, five long, dark tubes leaped to their shoulders, and with a suddenness that was yet more terrifying, a gush of flame shot from five muzzles.

Five of the wolves-and they were the biggest and the boldest, the leaders-fell dead upon the ashes of the charred timbers, and the others, howling their terror to the dark, skies, fled deep into the forest.
Henry strode over and pushed the body of the largest wolf with his foot.
"I suppose we only gratified a kind of sentiment in shooting those wolves," he said, "but I for one am glad we did it." "So am I," said Paul.
"Me, too," said the other three together.
They went back to their positions near the wall, and one by one fell asleep.

No more wolves howled that night anywhere near them.
When the five awakened the next morning the rain had ceased, and a splendid sun was tinting a blue sky with gold.

Jim Hart built a fire among the blackened logs, and cooked venison.

They had also brought from Fort Penn a little coffee, which Long Jim carried with a small coffee pot in his camp kit, and everyone had a small tin cup.