Nothing is smarter than a wolf, an' I don't want one of those hulkin' brutes to slip up, seize a fine piece of buffalo and dash away with it.

But fire will hold 'em.

How a wolf does dread it! The little red flame is like a knife in his heart." They lighted four small fires, making a rude ring which inclosed their leafy beds and the buffalo skins and meat.

Before they finished the task they saw slim dusky figures among the trees and red eyes glaring at them.

The Panther picked up a stick blazing like a torch, and made a sudden rush for one of the figures.