THE WOLF HUNTERS 



"How long do you and Adkins expect to be gone 

 on this trip, Bill?" 



"Well, now, that's a sort of a * kin-savvy' case," 

 he replied. "It depends on how soon we find the 

 Injuns' camp. Maybe it'll take us a week — 

 maybe two weeks or more — can't tell; but once 

 we get onto their trail we'll soon overhaul 'em. 

 John, here, says that ol' To hausen, the * Little 

 Mountain,' an' his band is camped right down 

 Walnut Creek, about half-way 'tween here an' 

 Charley Rath's ranch — 'bout twenty-five miles 

 from here." 



"Yes," said Adkins, "I was up to their camp 

 'bout a week ago, an since that some of the Injuns 

 was down to the ranch a-trading; but they don't 

 know, for sure, where Satank an' the rest of the 

 tribe is; but they thought we'd be apt to find 'em 

 on the Smoky, or the Saline, or Solomon, or maybe 

 on some of the little timbered creeks in between 

 the rivers." 



"Do you think, Adkins," I asked, "that there 

 is any likelihood of To hausen's band moving up 

 this way? For it would bother our wolf-hunting 

 business if they should come near us." 



"Oh, they may be a-moving camp now an' then, 

 to get fresh grass for their bosses; but if they get 

 to crowdin' on you, all you've got to do is to go 

 to ol' To hausen an' ask him to keep far enough 

 away so's not to interfere with your wolf poison- 

 ing, an' he'll do it, for he's a pretty good ol' In- 



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