But we should have been down and done for to a dead certainty, if it hadn't been for Miss Radford and Miles.

They let the dogs loose from the sledge when they heard the rumpus, and that turned the scale in our favour.

That great white dog with the black patch on its back came tearing into the cotton woods roaring like a bull, and then I can tell you there was a stampede among the brutes that were baiting us." Oily Dave drew a long breath as he finished his narration, but the other man groaned.
"Katherine, what were you doing so far away from home at this time of night ?" gasped Mrs.Burton, in a shocked tone, as her sister came into the room.

"Why, the wolves might have attacked you." "Not likely; we had the dogs with us, you see.

But we had to go about three miles along the trail to bring home the things I had to leave behind when Father had his accident," said Katherine, as she stood beside the stove slowly unwinding her wraps.