It was a long time before she said anything.
"The wolves!" she cried.

"The wolves!" "They are gone," I said.

"They are all gone--and I've got a gun." "Oh! Oh!" she cried: "Keep them away! Keep them away!" She kept saying this over and over, sitting on the ground and staring out into the darkness, starting at every rustle of the wind, afraid of everything.

It was a long time before she uttered a word except exclamations of terror, and every once in a while she broke down in convulsive sobbings.

I thought there was something familiar in her voice; but I could not see well enough to recognize her features, though it was plain that she was a young girl.
"The wolves are gone," I said; "I have scared them off." "Don't let them come back," she sobbed.