Fifty feet off the wolf stopped, turned partly about, and looked back at his pursuer, as if to learn whether he intended to follow him farther.
Fred did not, but the opportunity was too good to be lost.

The aim was inviting, and, bringing his rifle to his shoulder, he sighted as best he could and pulled the trigger.

He could not have done better had the sun been shining.

The bullet passed directly through the skull of the wolf, which uttered a sharp yelp, leaped several feet into the air, and, doubling up like a jack-knife, fell upon his side, where, after several convulsive struggles, he lay still.
Naturally enough, the boy was elated over his success, for the shot was certainly an excellent one.
"There!" he said.

"Jack frightened off the Indians, and I think I have given the wild animals a good lesson.