in as perfect a wolf howl as that which had come out of the gathering gloom.
"There," said Mr. Henderson, "I told you so. He is a veritable son of a wolf. I presume he will desert us here and go back to the wild."
"Not on your life," said Dick. "He thinks too much of me already. I believe he would fight a whole pack of wolves for me."
"Richard," said Mrs. Henderson, "you aren't going a single step to-night. If the wolves don't get you this terrible dog will. I shall not rest a minute while you are gone."
"Oh, I don't think anything of that sort will happen," said Mr. Henderson, "buf it is a rather nasty night. I wish we had not been marooned here."
"The wolves would be as afraid of me as you are of them, Mother. Of course I will go. I will take my revolver and Silversheene and they won't molest me. A wolf will run as fast from a man as he can."
