BESIEGED BY WOLVES.
This daring theft was so quickly done and over that the boys had no
chance to shoot. The venison could be plainly seen, but only the
catamount's ears and tail were visible as he crouched behind it.
"The impudent brute," cried Brick. "That beats everything. We don't want
to lose the meat. Shall I try a shot?"
"Better let me," replied Jerry. "I think I see a chance. Keep back a
little."
The boys moved aside, and Jerry poked his rifle through the hole. The
hammer clicked. Then there was an anxious pause of half a minute.
"What's wrong?" whispered Hamp.
"Can't get a shot," was the reply. "The brute has dropped lower, and
won't stir. Wait a bit," Jerry added, as he withdrew the weapon. "You
fellows are going to see the liveliest sight of your lives. Here come
the wolves, and the catamount is growling like fury. He doesn't intend
to let himself be robbed of that venison."
The boys all gathered before the hole, eager to witness the coming
struggle. They were too excited to bother much about their own peril.
Now the hungry pack scented the savory meat. The long howls changed to
quick, shrill yelps. They were very close.
All at once the flames danced up around the logs. The red glare flashed
to the top of the bluff. The catamount had shifted his position, and the
boys saw him plainly. His great jaws were open, and his tail lashed the
brush angrily.
"What a chance!" whispered Jerry. "I could put a ball right through
him."
"Don't spoil the fun," pleaded Brick. "The wolves will make an end of
the brute."
"Don't be too sure of that," muttered Hamp.
However, Jerry had no intention of interfering. The opportunity of
ridding the boys of a relentless enemy was imprudently allowed to slip
by.
An instant later the scene changed. Out from the--forest broke two
shadowy gray forms, gaunt and ravenous with hunger. They darted at the
venison, snarling defiance. There was a lightning-like bound, and a
screech of fury.
For a few seconds the three animals were a shapeless, whirling tangle.
Then the catamount tumbled out of the heap, and sprang back to the
carcass. One wolf lay dead and mangled on the snow. The other limped
into the forest with dismal wails.
But the balance of the pack were close by. Out they leaped in twos and
threes, reckless of the firelight. White teeth gleamed and snapped in
every crevice of the timber.
The catamount screeched, and quivered for a second attack. Then it
altered its purpose. It seized the haunch of venison, and attempted
to make off with it.
The wolves took this move for cowardice, and were emboldened. With a
chorus of howls they closed in. The struggle that ensued was simply
terrific. The catamount seemed to be everywhere at once. Its long, lithe
body performed countless revolutions.
"Hurrah!" cried Brick, in great excitement. "This beats the old Roman
shows. Do you think the catamount will be killed?"
"Not likely," replied Jerry, "but he'll lose the meat. There are too
many against him."
"That's so," exclaimed Hamp. "Look, fellows, look!"
Just then the catamount leaped clear over his circle of tormentors. With
a screech of baffled fury he bounded into the bushy limbs of a tall pine
tree. He made his way into an adjoining tree, and then vanished.
Three wolves lay struggling in their death agonies on the snow. Here and
there limped crippled ones. The rest of the pack sprang at the venison
with teeth and claws.
They muttered and yowled as they bit off great mouthfuls. New arrivals
came swarming from the forest. Soon more than a score of the gaunt
brutes were assembled around the carcass.
The bones of the deer were soon polished cleanly. Then the famished
creatures attacked the bodies of their comrades. Tiring of this
cannibalistic meal, they swerved to the edge of the glade, sniffed the
air for a moment, and came leaping down the bank of the ravine. The
patter of their feet was instantly all around the cabin. They brushed
against the sides, and scratched at the interstices of the beams,
howling and yelping like a troop of demons.
So sudden was the attack that the besieged lads were taken by complete
surprise.
"We'll be torn to pieces," cried Brick. "They'll be through the door in
a minute."
"No they won't," yelled. Jerry.
He hurled himself against the sled, which had actually begun to move.
"Keep cool, boys," he added. "It's our only chance. Fire away, and make
every shot tell."
Then he poked his rifle under the doorway, and pulled the trigger. The
report was followed by a yelp of agony. The wolves fell back a little.
They had a wholesome fear of firearms.
Jerry reloaded his rifle, and jammed shells into his double-barreled
shotgun.
"I'll guard this end," he yelled, hoarsely. "You fellows must take care
of that."
"It's an ugly outlook," replied Hamp. "Here are your two guns, Brick.
Keep them loaded. We've got four between us--six with Jerry's. But
where's the ammunition?"
"Here," and Brick tapped the cartridge belt that was strapped about his
waist. "Help yourself, Hamp. Do you think we can pull through?"
There was no chance for reply. Jerry sounded a note of warning as the
wolves came leaping at the cabin again.
A gaunt head suddenly shot through the aperture, and a pair of frothy
jaws closed with a snap on the sleeve of Hamp's jacket. Brick instantly
reversed his rifle, and hit the brute a stunnning blow. The head
vanished, and Hamp nervously examined his arm.
"Not a scratch," he muttered. "You hit him just in time, Brick. Now I'll
pay the brute for his daring."
He poked his shotgun out, and fired both barrels. Jerry joined in with a
rattling fusillade.
"That hit something," he shouted. "Half a dozen of the varmints were
scratching at the sled. I thought it would give way."
"We'll beat them off yet," gasped Brick. "Aren't they savage, though?
They don't mind the fire a bit. Hullo! there's a paw sticking through.
Take that."
"That" was a well-delivered charge of buckshot between the timbers of
the cabin. A yelp of agony followed the report.
"Good!" applauded Jerry. "You'll do."
"Keep it up, fellows," yelled Hamp. "Plenty of powder and shot will
tell. There, the brutes are falling back a little."
Hamp was right. The scratching at the cabin now ceased. But the hungry
pack were loth to abandon their prey. Still they scurried here and
there. From the opening the boys could see the sinewy bodies and the
gleaming eyes. Above the din of yelps and howls a shriller sound
occasionally rose.
It was probably the screech of the worsted catamount.
"Keep all the guns loaded," cautioned Jerry. "I don't believe we'll
have to do much more shooting, though. We've taught the wolves a bitter
lesson. They know they can't make a meal of us."
But he had barely spoken when a scratching noise was heard overhead. The
entire cabin seemed to totter and sway.
"The pack are on the roof," cried Brick. "They must have climbed over
the rocks. Everything will be down on us in a minute."
"At least three or four of the brutes are there," declared Hamp. "Just
hear them digging. Let's all fire together."
But before a single weapon could be raised the flimsy roof parted in the
center with a dull, ripping noise. Through the gap tumbled a heap of
snow from the trees above, and then followed a snapping, snarling wolf,
landing squarely upon the terrified boys.