They were barely off to sleep when the most awful outcry arose in the
near woods, like "a Wolf with a sore throat," then the yells of a
human being in distress. Again the boys sat up in fright. There was a
scuffling outside--a loud and terrified "Hi--hi--hi--Sam!" Then an
attack was made on the door. It was torn open, and in tumbled Guy. He
was badly frightened; but when the fire was lighted and he calmed down
a little he confessed that Paw had sent him to bed, but when all was
still he had slipped out the window, carrying the bedclothes. He was
nearly back to the camp when he decided to scare the boys by letting
off a few wolfish howls, but he made himself very scary by doing it,
and when a wild answer came from the tree-tops--a hideous, blaring
screech--he lost all courage, dropped the bedding, and ran toward the
teepee yelling for help.
The boys took torches presently and went nervously in search of the
missing blankets. Guy's bed was made and in an hour they were once
more asleep.
In the morning Sam was up and out first. From the home trail he
suddenly called:
"Yan, come here."
"Do you mean me?" said Little Beaver, with haughty dignity.
"Yep, Great Chief; git a move on you.
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