"Let him go and welcome.

I never want to see him again." "Nor I." Both reloaded with all haste--having learned years before that it is foolish to remain in the wilds with an empty firearm.

Then they waited, to see if the wolf would return.
"Hark!" cried Sam.

"Did you hear that shot, Tom ?" "I did.

I think it came from that direction." And Tom pointed with his hand.
"I think so myself.