They waited for a long time, but there were no answering shots or shouts, but they did hear a sound. It was so faint that Richard first thought it was the wind but not so Silversheene, for his hackles and mane went up and his eyes became filled with fire. Soon the sound was repeated and Dick himself recognized it to be the hunting cry of the gray pack.
"Ye gods, Silversheene," he cried. "I have just fooled away three of my six shots. What a fool I was not to take some extra eartridges."
For a quarter of an hour both dog and man listened, but heard only the moaning of the wind and the hooting of an owl, weird sounds Richard thought them. Then the wolf howl came clearly to them. It was a score of rods up the road. With a shudder Dick recognized the fact that they were trailing him. He was in trouble and no mistake.
He called the dog to him and talked to
