THE WOLF HUNTERS 



fretting at my helplessness I looked down at 

 Found, at my feet, and the inspiration came. 

 "Good!" I shouted, "I'll send the dog!" 

 Rushing down into the cabin I seized a piece of 

 paper and hastily wrote on it: 



Look out for Satank and his gang ! They are after 

 you ! I am 0. K., so far. 



PECK. 



Quickly tying this slip to Pound's collar and 

 taking down an old cap of Tom's from which to 

 give the dog the scent, I hurried back on top of 

 the dugout. I spoke to the dog and then pointed 

 to the covered wagon, still plainly visible, and for 

 fear he did not see it I lifted him up in my arms, 

 pointed again to the far-off wagon, repeating the 

 names, "Tom Jack!" 



The intelligent creature looked up into my 

 face, as I set him down, and then at the wagon, 

 barked and wagged his tail vigorously as though 

 he thought he understood me. I then pointed 

 again to the wagon, held Tom's old cap to his 

 nose, and said, "Go to Tom" motioning with my 

 hand toward the wagon. 



Found looked carefully all around, as though to 

 see if there were any Indians about, and then in- 

 stead of following the wagon tracks, as I supposed 

 he would, he started down into the bottom of the 

 ravine, the head of which led toward the wagon; 



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