the last of the plainsmen-第28章
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a little of their fast diminishing pile of fuel to the fire。 decided to lie down for much needed rest； but not for sleep。 How long they lay there； cramped by the calves； listening for stealthy steps； neither could tell； it might have been moments and it might have been hours。 All at once came a rapid rush of pattering feet； succeeded by a chorus of angry barks； then a terrible commingling of savage snarls； growls； snaps and yelps。
〃Out！〃 yelled Rea。 〃They're on the dogs！〃
Jones pushed his cocked rifle ahead of him and straightened up outside the tepee。 A wolf； large as a panther and white as the gleaming snow； sprang at him。 Even as he discharged his rifle； right against the breast of the beast； he saw its dripping jaws； its wicked green eyes； like spurts of fire and felt its hot breath。 It fell at his feet and writhed in the death struggle。 Slender bodies of black and white； whirling and tussling together； sent out fiendish uproar。 Rea threw a blazing stick of wood among them； which sizzled as it met the furry coats； and brandishing another he ran into the thick of the fight。 Unable to stand the proximity of fire； the wolves bolted and loped off into the woods。
〃What a huge brute！〃 exclaimed Jones； dragging the one he had shot into the light。 It was a superb animal； thin； supple； strong； with a coat of frosty fur； very long and fine。 Rea began at once to skin it； remarking that he hoped to find other pelts in the morning。
Though the wolves remained in the vicinity of camp； none ventured near。 The dogs moaned and whined； their restlessness increased as dawn approached； and when the gray light came； Jones founds that some of them had been badly lacerated by the fangs of the wolves。 Rea hunted for dead wolves and found not so much as a piece of white fur。
Soon the hunters were speeding southward。 Other than a disposition to fight among themselves； the dogs showed no evil effects of the attack。 They were lashed to their best speed； for Rea said the white rangers of the north would never quit their trail。 All day the men listened for the wild； lonesome； haunting mourn。 But it came not。
A wonderful halo of white and gold； that Rea called a sun…dog； hung in the sky all afternoon； and dazzlingly bright over the dazzling world of snow circled and glowed a mocking sun； brother of the desert mirage； beautiful illusion； smiling cold out of the polar blue。
The first pale evening star twinkled in the east when the hunters made camp on the shore of Artilery Lake。 At dusk the clear； silent air opened to the sound of a long； haunting mourn。
〃Ho！ Ho！〃 called Rea。 His hoarse； deep voice rang defiance to the foe。
While he built a fire before the tepee； Jones strode up and down； suddenly to whip out his knife and make for the tame little musk…oxen； now digging the snow。 Then he wheeled abruptly and held out the blade to Rea。
〃What for？〃 demanded the giant。
〃We've got to eat；〃 said Jones。 〃And I can't kill one of them。 I can't； so you do it。〃
〃Kill one of our calves？〃 roared Rea。 〃Not till hell freezes over！ I ain't commenced to get hungry。 Besides； the wolves are going to eat us； calves and all。〃
Nothing more was said。 They ate their last biscuit。 Jones packed the calves away in the tepee； and turned to the dogs。 All day they had worried him； something was amiss with them； and even as he went among them a fierce fight broke out。 Jones saw it was unusual； for the attacked dogs showed craven fear； and the attacking ones a howling； savage intensity that surprised him。 Then one of the vicious brutes rolled his eyes； frothed at the mouth； shuddered and leaped in his harness； vented a hoarse howl and fell back shaking and retching。
〃My God！ Rea！〃 cried Jones in horror。 〃Come here！ Look！ That dog is dying of rabies！ Hydrophobia！ The white wolves have hydrophobia！〃
〃If you ain't right！〃 exclaimed Rea。 〃I seen a dog die of thet onct； an' he acted like this。 An' thet one ain't all。 Look； Buff！ look at them green eyes！ Didn't I say the white wolves was hell？ We'll have to kill every dog we've got。〃
Jones shot the dog； and soon afterward three more that manifested signs of the disease。 It was an awful situation。 To kill all the dogs meant simply to sacrifice his life and Rea's； it meant abandoning hope of ever reaching the cabin。 Then to risk being bitten by one of the poisoned； maddened brutes； to risk the most horrible of agonizing deathsthat was even worse。
〃Rea； we've one chance；〃 cried Jones； with pale face。 〃Can you hold the dogs； one by one； while muzzle them？〃
〃Ho！ Ho！〃 replied the giant。 Placing his bowie knife between his teeth； with gloved hands he seized and dragged one of the dogs to the campfire。 The animal whined and protested； but showed no ill spirit。 Jones muzzled his jaws tightly with strong cords。 Another and another were tied up； then one which tried to snap at Jones was nearly crushed by the giant's grip。 The last； a surly brute； broke out into mad ravings the moment he felt the touch of Jones's hands； and writhing； frothing； he snapped Jones's sleeve。 Rea jerked him loose and held him in the air with one arm； while with the other he swung the bowie。 They hauled the dead dogs out on the snow； and returning to the fire sat down to await the cry they expected。
Presently； as darkness fastened down tight； it camethe same cry； wild； haunting； mourning。 But for hours it was not repeated。
〃Better rest some；〃 said Rea； 〃I'll call you if they come。〃
Jones dropped to sleep as he touched his blankets。 Morning dawned for him； to find the great； dark； shadowy figure of the giant nodding over the fire。
〃How's this？ Why didn't you call me？〃 demanded Jones。
〃The wolves only fought a little over the dead dogs。〃
On the instant Jones saw a wolf skulking up the bank。 Throwing up his rifle； which he had carried out of the tepee； he took a snap…shot at the beast。 It ran off on three legs； to go out of sight over the hank。 Jones scrambled up the steep； slippery place； and upon arriving at the ridge； which took several moments of hard work； he looked everywhere for the wolf。 In a moment he saw the animal； standing still some hundred or more paces down a hollow。 With the quick report of Jones's second shot； the wolf fell and rolled over。 The hunter ran to the spot to find the wolf was dead。 Taking hold of a front paw； he dragged the animal over the snow to camp。 Rea began to skin the animal； when suddenly he exclaimed：
〃This fellow's hind foot is gone！〃
〃That's strange。 I saw it hanging by the skin as the wolf ran up the bank。 I'll look for it。〃
By the bloody trail on the snow he returned to the place where the wolf had fallen； and thence back to the spot where its leg had been broken by the bullet。 He discovered no sign of the foot。
〃Didn't find it； did you？〃 said Rea。
〃No； and it appears odd to me。 The snow is so hard the foot could not have sunk。〃
〃Well； the wolf ate his foot； thet's what；〃 returned Rea。 〃Look at them teeth marks！〃
〃Is it possible？〃 Jones stared at the leg Rea held up。
〃Yes； it is。 These wolves are crazy at times。 You've seen thet。 An' the smell of blood； an' nothin' else； mind you； in my opinion； made him eat his own' foot。 We'll cut him open。〃
Impossible as the thing seemed to Jonesand he could not but believe further evidence of his own' eyesit was even stranger to drive a train of mad dogs。 Yet that was what Rea and he did； and lashed them； beat them to cover many miles in the long day's journey。 Rabies had broken out in several dogs so alarmingly that Jones had to kill them at the end of the run。 And hardly had the sound of the shots died when faint and far away； but clear as a bell； bayed on the wind the same haunting mourn of a trailing wolf。
〃Ho！ Ho！ where are the wolves？〃 cried Rea。
A waiting； watching； sleepless night followed。 Again the hunters faced the south。 Hour after hour； riding； running； walking； they urged the poor； jaded； poisoned dogs。 At dark they reached the head of Artillery Lake。 Rea placed the tepee between two huge stones。 Then the hungry hunters； tired； grim； silent； desperate； awaited the familiar cry。
It came on the cold wind； the same haunting mourn； dreadful in its significance。
Absence of fire inspirited the
