"You ain't goin' to walk onto that wolf, Mac ?" The latter struck down Haw-Haw's hand.
"A wolf makes a noise before it jumps," he whispered, "and that warnin' is all the light I need." Now their eyes grew somewhat accustomed to the dark and Haw-Haw could make out, vaguely, the posts of the stalls to his right.

He could not tell whether or not some animal might be lying down between the posts, but Mac Strann, pausing at every stall, seemed to satisfy himself at a glance.

Right down the length of the barn they passed until they reached a wall at the farther end.
"He ain't here," sighed Haw-Haw, with relief.

"Mac, if I was you, I'd wait till they was light before I went huntin' that wolf." "He ought to be here," growled Mac Strann, and lighted a match.

The flame spurted in a blinding flash from the head of the match and then settled down into a steady yellow glow.