He'll be here soon." A quarter of an hour passed, and Long Jim did not return; a half hour, and no sign of him.

Henry cast off the blanket and stood up.

The night was not very dark and he could see some distance, but he did not see their comrade.
"I wonder why he's so slow," he said with a faint trace of anxiety.
"He'll be 'long directly," said Tom Ross with confidence.
Another quarter of an hour, and no Long Jim.

Henry sent forth the low penetrating cry of the wolf that they used so often as a signal.
"He cannot fail to hear that," he said, "and he'll answer." No answer came.

The four looked at one another in alarm.