“We’ve got to think fast, Bob. Now I’ve got a sort of a plan. Parry, like most breeds, is very superstitious. There’s an old story, which has been handed down in his family for generations about a giant wolf which has killed the eldest son of each era. He was telling me all about it the other night. He has never seen the wolf, but he said that he had heard it more than once. Of course, it’s all bosh but he believes it and, the point is he’s the eldest son of his father. He said that, for a good many years back, the eldest son of each family had disappeared and there was no doubt, in his mind, but that the wolf had gotten him.” “I rather think that he wants that money so that he can go away off somewhere where he thinks he’ll be safe. I guess it’s the only thing in the world that he’s afraid of but that wolf certainly has got him bluffed all right.” “And you think we might scare him away?” Bob asked as the other paused. “That’s the idea,” Rex said. “And it’s the only plan I can think of.” “Well we can try,” Bob began, but just then the shrill cry of a wild cat rang out. “That’s Jack telling me that the breed’s coming back. I must hustle, but keep a stiff upper lip. We won’t be far away,” and Bob hurried out the back way. He ran down the path quickly and, finding his snow-shoes where he had left them, he was soon back with his brother. “We’d better get back a mile or so,” he said as he picked up his pack and slung it on his back. “I’ll tell you all about it as soon as we get to a safe place.” About a mile back, over the way they had come, they found a good place for a camp, in a dense growth of pines, and decided to make it their headquarters. Quickly Bob told how he had found their friend and his plan of action. “But we’ve got to act quickly, old man, because that chap is apt to find our tracks at any time and if he does—goodnight.” “But do you think we can get away with it?” Jack asked anxiously. “That remains to be seen, but we’ll do our best.” They ate a cold lunch, not daring to build a fire lest the smoke betray them. Lunch finished they got into their sleeping bags, for the sky had clouded over and it was cold and damp. All through the long afternoon they discussed plans until, just as dusk was beginning to fall, they agreed upon a course of action. “It may work and it may not, but it’s the best in the shop,” Bob declared as he looked up at the sky. “It’s going to rain or snow before the night’s over,” he predicted. Bob had hardly left the cabin when the front door swung open and the giant half-breed entered. “We have rabbit stew for dinner, oui,” he said as he came to the side of the bunk and held up, for Rex’s inspection, a large rabbit. “That’ll be fine,” Rex declared. “I’m a bit fed up on trout. But untie the ropes, will you?” “Oui, I do dat, in one leetle minute,” the breed said as he placed the rabbit on the table.