Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 227: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 217 between the trees on both sides of us, occasionally sitting down and howling miserably. ‘T’m afraid well have to run for it,” Bob said desperately. ‘* Let’s pile the pelts up in the fork of this small tree, so we won't be burdened, and can save them.”’ We did so. The wolves were getting bolder, and it was astonishing how fast they accumulated. A dozen seemed to come every time one howled. We were not far from the cabin now, and Bob proposed that ‘we run. In an instant the whole pack were at our heels. Oh, how we ran, unslinging our rifles as we went! But they were so close behind we could almost feel their breaths. ‘If the door ain’t open, we're gone!” and Bob’s voice sounded like a shriek above the yelling pack. We tore around the corner of the cabin. There was no hght within ; no smoke issuing from the chimney ; the door was closed ! the cabin was deserted ! The yelling wolves almost knocked us over, they were so close, as we fell against the door of the cabin, panting. Gomicboo ‘SiG