"Oh! of course, I don't know, but then it might be the wolves had caught him off his guard and torn him to pieces before they skipped out. If we have time, perhaps we ought to go around that way and see if there's anything wrong." The others did not seem to look at it in the same light that Ned was doing. "A waste of time, Ned," Jack declared, vehemently. "That's what I say," added Harry. "Can't see what it matters to us whether the old rascal has been hoisted by his own infernal machine or not!" grumbled Jimmy. "But don't forget that we're scouts," Ned continued impressively, "and that we ought to follow the scout law which teaches us to do good, even to our enemies, if the chance opens up." "After we've licked the same good and plenty, I admit," Jimmy spoke up, with one of his famous grins decorating his freckled face and a twinkle in his eye. "P'raps you're right, Ned; and, as we've upset the old man's business, we could call that a lickin' and let her go at that. If you're of the same mind in the mornin', tell me. But say, I b'lieve I could snatch a few winks right now, since things have calmed down." Save for the distant mournful howling of several of the hungry wolves nothing was to be heard all around them. So after arranging for keeping "watch and watch," the scouts turned in. Amos snuggled down alongside them; while Jack, upon whom had fallen the choice for the first spell at playing sentry, settled his back up against a tree, laid his ready gun across his knees, and prepared to do his duty. The fire burned brightly for a long time and Jack sat there thinking of many things connected with both the past and the immediate future. Doubtless, he felt that it began to look as though they were not yet through with hazards and adventures on this trip, when, on what was practically their first night out on the open plain, they had been so savagely beset by Harkness' escaped wolf pack. By degrees even the distant howling of the few survivors died away, as they no doubt started for the distant mountains, afraid to come back to the scene of the recent carnage, even though the scent of blood must have tempted them dreadfully. Jimmy had gone to sleep immediately he lay down, for he never knew the time when he could not forget his troubles in sweet slumber. Once or twice he managed to get on his back and aroused Ned by his heavy breathing. On these occasions the scout master was in the habit of giving the offender a sharp punch in the ribs and it seemed as though Jimmy understood what was wanted, even in his sleep, for he would inevitably turn over on his side. Ned had just been through the third experience of this kind and was wondering whether he had not better suggest that they always tie Jimmy in a certain position as he lay down to sleep, when he heard a voice close by. As Ned instantly sat up he recognized the tones as belonging to Pard Jack, who was evidently laying down the law to some party: