He continued circling about the camp-fire, silent, stealthy, peering here and there, and listening for the first evidence of danger.
Nothing of the kind was seen or heard, and he finally came back to the smouldering fire and looked at the face of his watch.
Could it be possible?
It lacked a few minutes of three o'clock.
According to agreement, he should have called Hazletine an hour before.
"I don't suppose he will object," said Fred, aloud; "I'm sure I shouldn't, if allowed to sleep an hour beyond my time----" "I ain't doing any kicking, am I ?" Looking around, he saw the guide had flung aside his blanket and was sitting erect, with a quizzical expression on his face.
"What made you fire your gun 'bout two hours ago ?" he asked.
"Did you hear me ?" "How'd I know if I hadn't heard it ?" was the pertinent question.
"A wolf was sneaking among the trees.

I followed him out to the edge of the timber and let him have it between the eyes." "Did you hurt him ?" "Since he flopped over and died, I have reason to believe he _was_ hurt." "Good! That's the style--always to shoot.

Never waste your ammunition.
You didn't kill any Injins ?" "I saw none at all." Hank looked at the unconscious figure of Jack Dudley.
"Wonder how it was with him ?" "He did not fire his gun at anything." Fred did not wish to tell his friend about that alarming visit earlier in the evening.

That was Jack's concern.
"But he may have seed something.

Howsumever, we can wait till morning.
Wal, younker, if you've no 'bjection you can lay down and snooze till morning.