But for hours it was not repeated.
"Better rest some," said Rea; "I'll call you if they come." Jones dropped to sleep as he touched his blankets.

Morning dawned for him, to find the great, dark, shadowy figure of the giant nodding over the fire.
"How's this?
Why didn't you call me ?" demanded Jones.
"The wolves only fought a little over the dead dogs." On the instant Jones saw a wolf skulking up the bank.

Throwing up his rifle, which he had carried out of the tepee, he took a snap-shot at the beast.

It ran off on three legs, to go out of sight over the hank.
Jones scrambled up the steep, slippery place, and upon arriving at the ridge, which took several moments of hard work, he looked everywhere for the wolf.

In a moment he saw the animal, standing still some hundred or more paces down a hollow.