“What’s the matter with you, Parry? You make me nervous,” Rex asked after the breed had been pacing up and down for the better part of an hour. “I tink I hear sometin’ leetle while ago.” “What did it sound like?” Rex asked, “I thought I heard a howl off in that direction,” and he pointed toward the west. “Oui. Dat what I hear,” the breed said as he stopped and listened intently. But no sound save the gentle rustling of the spruce boughs as they swayed in the wind and the patter of rain drops on the window panes, came to their ears. “Well, I guess I’ll hit the hay,” Rex declared a little later. It was a long time before the breed followed his example and lying in his bunk, Rex could see him pacing back and forth. But finally he put out the light and tumbled into his bunk, which was on the opposite side of the room. As usual Rex was tied securely in his bunk. He had resolved not to sleep as he was certain that the boys would make an attempt to rescue him before morning. Slowly the minutes passed and soon he knew, by the sound of heavy breathing, that Parry had fallen asleep. CHAPTER VIII THE WOLF GHOST The little clock on the mantle over the fireplace had struck ten and in spite of his resolve, Rex had drifted off into sleep, when suddenly he was awakened. Yes, it was no dream. From far off in the woods came the long drawn out howl of the wolf. He smiled as he lay there listening. The boys had started something, but just what they had planned he could only guess. Soon came another howl and now it was nearer. A movement, on the other side of the room assured him that Parry was awake, but he did not speak. “Let it soak in,” he muttered. Again and again the howls rang through the forest, each time coming nearer. The sound of the cry was deep and long drawn out. “That kid’s a peach,” Rex smiled as he listened. “He’s got that howl down to perfection.” “You hear dat?” Parry finally asked in a frightened tone after a particularly loud cry had boomed through the woods. “Yes, of course I heard it. I’m not deaf. What do you make of it?” Rex said, grinning to himself. “I tink eet dat wolf,” Parry whispered. “Well, if it is I only hope it isn’t after me,” Rex declared. “But don’t you think you ought to untie me, Parry?” he asked putting all the fear he could into his voice. “I’d be perfectly helpless the way I am if he gets in here.” “Heem no want you,” Parry declared as he got out of his bunk and crossed the room. “Heem after me. You tink heem can get in here?” “Well, of course, no ordinary wolf could,” Rex replied slowly, “but if that’s a spirit wolf as you seem to think, I don’t imagine a little thing like a door would bother him much.” “I untie you, you try help me, oui?” the breed promised as another howl, now evidently very near, came to their ears. “Sure, I’ll help you if I can. But if that fellow really gets in, good night.”