The leader, a huge, gaunt boar, that had fared ill all his life in this barren country, was scarcely fifty feet away from where Guy Isbel lay.
"Ann, get me some of your clothes, an' a sunbonnet--quick," said Jean, forced out of his lethargy.

"I'll run out there disguised.

Maybe I can go through with it." "No!" ordered his father, positively, and with dark face flaming.

"Guy an' Jacobs are dead.

We cain't help them now." "But, dad--" pleaded Jean.