Such a thought would not have come to Henry, but he liked it in Paul.
"I think it's past midnight, Paul," said Henry, "and we've been lucky enough to have had several hours' sleep." "But they'll go away as soon as they realize they can't get us," said Paul, "and then we can climb down and build a new and bigger ring of fire about us." Henry shook his head.
"They don't realize it," he replied.

"I know they expect just the contrary, Paul.

They are as sure as a wolf can be that we will drop right into their mouths, just ready and anxious to be eaten.

Look at that old fellow with his forepaws on the tree! Did you ever see such confidence ?" Paul looked down fearfully, and the eyes of the biggest of the wolves met his, and held him as if he were charmed.

The wolf began to whine and lick his lips, and Paul felt an insane desire to throw himself down.
"Stop it, Paul!" Henry cried sharply.
Paul jerked his eyes away, and shuddered from head to foot.
"He was asking me to come," he said hysterically, "and I don't know how it was, but for a moment I felt like going." "Yes and a warm welcome he would have given you," said Henry still sharply.