The pack was led by old White Fang, the cowboys said, and they could do nothing with him. Whatever traps they laid for him were upset by the cunning of the old rascal, and he made life miserable for the men responsible for the cattle. "What are we going to do about him?" said the major one day to Ted. "I suppose we'd better organize a big hunt, and drive the wolves out of the country." "No use," said Ted. "The old beggar would hide in the mountains until it was over, and then renew the attack on you." "What do you propose, then?" "I'm going out after him myself, and I'll not come back until I get him." Stella, who was curled up in a big chair in the living room reading, looked up quickly when Ted said this, and smiled out of the corner of her mouth, for she scented sport in this. "I think I'll go along," said the major. "I'd like to have you, major, but it won't do this time. You are too heavy a rider. It will take a light rider to turn the trick with White Fang," answered Ted, and the major looked a bit taken back. But Stella chuckled to herself. If it took a light rider, she was in that class. Later in the day she saw Ted and Bud go toward the corral. Ted carried in his hand a new, strong Mexican lariat. She watched them a few minutes before she realized their mission. "I believe they're going on the wolf hunt," she said to herself, "and without me." Her eyes flashed. "We'll see about that." She ran into her room, and soon emerged ready for a ride. But when she got on the veranda Ted and Bud were galloping away across the prairie. Without hesitating she ran to the corral, caught her pony and saddled it, and was in pursuit. Ted heard the clatter of her pony's feet and turned to see her coming at whirlwind speed, and slowed up to wait for her. "Ha, ha!" she cried, as she came up with them, her face wreathed in smiles. "Thought you'd go without me, eh?" "Didn't think you'd care about such a commonplace thing as chasing a wolf," said Ted. "Well, I'm going," she answered, putting her pony into a gallop. They rode for the lower pasture, which ran up into the foothills of Sombrero Peak, where the recent depredations of the wolves had been bothering the cow-punchers. They passed small herds of cattle grazing here and there, attended by herders, who waved their hands to the trio as they swept past. As they were entering the foothills Ted's keen eye caught sight of a slinking form on the rise of a hill running parallel with their path. He reined in suddenly and looked long at it. "By Jove, I believe that's our game over there," he said. "Take a look at it, Bud and Stella. Don't you think that is White Fang?" "It shore is, er his twin brother," said Bud, to which Stella nodded acquiescence. "Take it easy," said Ted. "We'll ride toward him, and when we get as close as we can without his bolting, put your spurs to it and chase him for all you're worth. He can run like a scared rabbit."