Letting the match he had pulled from his pocket drop, the young man felt for his pistol and brought forth the weapon with all possible speed.
Bang! The weapon was discharged and the bullet clipped the wolverine on the left side of the head. Then with a snarl that was almost a scream, the ferocious animal hurled itself upon Noel.
"Help! help!" cried the young man.
He felt that he was in an exceedingly perilous position and that assistance was absolutely necessary. In the darkness he thought he had been attacked by a mountain bear.
The wolverine managed to reach his shoulder, but Noel made a quick twist and freed himself. Then the young man fired a second shot.
The wolverine was now hit in the side, but the wound was far from fatal or even serious, and it only made the creature scream louder. With blazing eyes and gleaming teeth, it crouched low and prepared to spring for Noel's throat.
The young man knew that almost all wild beasts are fearful of fire but he did not know how the beast before him regarded water. Yet as he fired a third shot he stepped close up to the
