soliloquized as he went on his way to the stream. "He has been within forty or fifty feet of my camp while I was sleeping. I wonder what he is up to. It is rather creepy. I wish he would quit it. I haven't any use for him."
That day the impression that he was being followed was much stronger than it had been the day before. Probably it was the track that had strengthened the feeling, or so Dick reasoned. He flattered himself that he was not superstitious or given to noticing signs or omens, so he would not be worried by this hobgoblin wolf. He prospected all that day, and much of the time was busy washing out pay dirt. He was thinking of looking for a camping place and was walking leisurely along down a little gulch when he happened to turn about, and, to his astonishment, discovered the gray wolf trotting leisurely after him, about a hundred yards away.
In a sudden fit of anger and disgust, and without waiting for a good aim he raised
