Then one of them stopped on the trail and, throwing himself half on his haunches, with his head turned to the sky like a baying hound, started the hunt-cry.
"There's two packs.

I thought it was too big for one," exclaimed the Indian.

"See! Part of them are taking up the trail and the others are lagging behind gnawing the bones of the dead wolf.

Now if we only had our ammunition and the other gun those murderers got away from us, we'd make a fortune.

What--" Wabi stopped with a suddenness that spoke volumes, and the supporting arm that he had thrown around Rod's waist tightened until it caused the wounded youth to flinch.