Wonder if he can be trusted where wolves are concerned.

I'll bet not, if there's a she-wolf runnin' around." Jean found tracks of two wolves, and he trailed them out of the wash, then lost them in the grass.

But, guided by their direction, he went on and climbed a slope to the cedar line, where in the dusty patches he found the tracks again.

"Not scared much," he muttered, as he noted the slow trotting tracks.

"Well, you old gray lofers, we're goin' to clash." Jean knew from many a futile hunt that wolves were the wariest and most intelligent of wild animals in the quest.