"Don't let them come back!" "I've got a little camp-fire over yonder," I said; "and if we go to it, I'll build it up bright, and that will scare them most to death.

They're cowards, the wolves--camp-fire will make 'em run.

Let's go to the fire." She made an effort to get up, but fell back to the ground in a heap.

I was just at that age when every boy is afraid of girls; and while I had had my dreams of rescuing damsels from danger and serving them in other heroic ways as all boys do, when the pinch came I did not know what to do; she put up her hand, though, and I took it and helped her to her feet; but she could not walk.

Summoning up my courage I picked her up and carried her toward the fire.