He will be crying in the wild hunt-pack to-night.

Good old Wolf!" The laugh left his lips and there was a tremble of regret in his voice.

"The Woongas came from the back of the cabin--took me by surprise--and we had it hot and heavy for a few minutes.

We fell back where Wolf was tied and just as I knew they'd got me sure I cut his babeesh with the knife I had in my hand." "Didn't he show fight ?" "For a minute.

Then one of the Indians shot, at him and he hiked off into the woods." "Queer they didn't wait for Mukoki and me," mused Rod.