latter asked if there had been any signs of a wolf, and Lander growled a negative. Porker lighted his pipe and took his turn. When he called Phinny it was growing light in the east.
"Reckon ye won't have much to do," yawned Porker, returning to his blankets.
Phinny walked about until thoroughly awake; then discovered the mules were acting uneasy and went to them. As he came up they milled about and lashed out with their heels. Something darted by him and he leaped aside and heard, or fancied he heard, the click of poisonous teeth. In another moment Porker screamed and staggered to his feet, firing his rifle blindly and sending the ball near Phinny's head.
"You fool! Trying to kill me?" roared Phinny.
"Oh, God!" cried Porker, whirling frantically about. "Th' wolf bit me! Now I'll go mad!"
"Nonsense!" yelped Phinny, his voice quavering with fear.
Lander came out of his blankets and taking in the situation demanded, "Let me look at you."
He turned Porker about and felt the massive form trembling violently. There was no doubt but that something had bitten him, for his chin
