one, too," he went on, shoving the wolverine with his foot. "How are ye, Urner?"
"I—I guess I am not much hurt!" gasped Noel, when he felt able to speak. "The beast bit me in the arm though."
"It's lucky he wasn't after gittin at yer throat. I knowed a man onct as got a nip in the throat from a wolverine that made him pass in his checks then an' thar."
"It was a terrible encounter! I thought I was a goner sure."
"Didn't you have a torch?" questioned Allen.
"I did, but the water struck it and put it out."
"The darkness was what made the critter so bold," remarked Watson. "They're afeered o' fire, jes' like most o' wild beasts."
"Oh, my, we forgot Slavin!" burst suddenly from Allen's lips. "I'll wager a horse he has dusted out!"
"Ye're right," returned Watson, and began to make his way back to the camp fire with all speed, and with Allen close beside him. Noel was too weak to run and had to walk. He was still very white and his limbs trembled under him because of the unusual excitement.
The camp fire gained, it needed but a single
