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d keep the cartridges where we can get at them quickly. How many left, Dave?" The youth counted the contents of the box he carried. "Seventeen." "Hardly enough for fourteen wolves. Yes, we must be very careful. If they---- They are coming closer!" "Let us fire off one pistol at a time!" cried Dave. "Then we'll always have one ready for use." Mr. Porter did not answer, for he was aiming at the nearest beast. With the discharge of the pistol the wolf leaped high in the air, turned and came down on its side, and began to kick the snow in its death agony. "A good shot!" exclaimed Dave. "You can try your luck," said Mr. Porter. "I will take out that empty shell and reload." The other wolves had surrounded the one that was dying, and taking aim at the center of the pack Dave let drive. One wolf was hit in the nose and the bullet glanced off and hit another in the jaw. Wild yelps of pain followed, and the two wolves turned and ran for cover with all possible speed. "We have gotten rid of three of them," said Dave, with much satisfaction. "If we keep this up we'll soon get rid of the rest." "It is snowing again," announced Mr. Porter. He was right, and soon the downfall became so heavy that they could see next to nothing beyond the circle of light made by the camp-fire. But that the wolves were still near they knew by the yelps and snarls which occasionally reached their ears. A quarter of an hour went by, and the snow came down as thickly as ever. A light wind had sprung up, and this sent the flakes directly into the hollow under the cliff. Mr. Porter heaved a sigh. "More bad luck," he observed. "By morning, if this keeps on, we'll be snowed in." "Look," said Dave. "I believe the wolves are getting ready to rush us!" Both strained their eyes and soon saw seven or eight of the beasts sneaking softly up through the snow. The light from the camp-fire shone in their eyes and on their white fangs. They were growing desperate, and hoped by sheer force of numbers to lay their human prey low. "Fire three shots, Dave, and I will do the same," said Mr. Porter, in a low tone. "Aim as carefully as you can, my boy." The various shots rang out in rapid succession. How much damage was done they could not tell, although they saw two wolves go down and lie still. The others retreated, some limping, and the entire pack went back to the shelter of the brushwood. They had now only a few cartridges left, an
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