Parry quickly untied the ropes and Rex sat up on the edge of the bunk. Parry had lighted the little lamp and Rex could see that the man was in a bad way. His swarthy face was as pale as a face of that hue could get and his hands trembled violently as he replaced the chimney on the lamp. Never had he seen such fear in a man’s face and a wave of pity swept over him as he watched. “But he deserves all that’s coming to him,” he thought. All this time the cries had been coming nearer. Until now it seemed that the wolf must be close at hand. Then, for a time they stopped. What was coming next Rex wondered. But he did not have long to wait. Soon the sound of the patter of feet was heard on the roof. Patter, patter, they sounded as thought some large animal was running across the roof. Parry sank down in a chair, his face livid. “Heem geet me ver’ queek,” he muttered. Just then, down the big chimney came a deep booming howl, and then all was still for several minutes. Although, of course he was not frightened, Rex was keyed up to a high pitch wondering what would happen next. “Look, Parry,” he suddenly cried, pointing to the window. There, pressed close against the pane, was the face of an enormous wolf, but such a wolf as Rex had never dreamed of seeing. A long red tongue hung from its half open mouth and the eyes glowed like balls of fire, while streams of fire seemed to dart from the pointed nose. Parry gave one look and started to his feet. Then, suddenly, with a hoarse cry, he threw up his hands and fell in a crumpled heap, on the floor. Rex was quick to grasp his chance, and, picking up the ropes, with which he had been tied, he soon had the breed trussed up so that there was little chance of his being able to get free. This done he threw open the front door and shouted. “All right, boys, you can come in now.” Bob and Jack, the latter carrying the wolf’s head on the end of a short stick, were quick to accept the invitation. “You certainly did the trick, all right,” Rex declared as he pointed to the form lying on the floor. “That head was too much for him and he tumbled over, and I don’t wonder. It was enough to scare anyone out of a year’s growth.” “He isn’t dead is he?” Bob asked anxiously. “Not a bit of it,” Rex replied. “He just fainted and I’ll bet it’s the first time such a thing ever happened to him. His kind don’t keel over easily but he was scared half to death before he saw that thing and that was the last straw.” “You are sure you’ve got him good and fast?” Bob asked. “I think so, but, perhaps, you had better take a look. I guess you know more about such things than I do.” But, after a hasty examination, Bob declared that it was a good job. “Couldn’t have done a better myself,” he said. “How, in the name of common sense, did you fix up that thing?” Rex asked, pointing to the wolf’s head, which Jack had thrown on the floor.