“We were lucky,” Bob laughed, as he picked up the head. “You see we found the skeleton of a sheep and took the head and made it larger with some birch bark and spruce twigs smeared over with pitch which we got off a pine tree. Jack’s under shirt had to suffer to supply the tongue. Mine isn’t red. Then we got that fire effect by using the heads of pretty near a whole box of matches. It’s pretty crude you see, when you get close to it, but at a distance, I guess it looked real enough.” “I should say it did,” Rex declared as he picked up the head. “If I hadn’t known that you were back of it I’m not sure but what I’d have gone with Parry.” “What did you think of Jack’s howls?” Bob asked. “They were perfect,” Rex replied. “He hadn’t the least doubt, but that his wolf was after him.” Just then the breed gave a low moan, and, as Rex bent over him, he slowly opened his eyes. “He’s coming round all right,” Rex said as he straightened up. “Did wolf geet in?” Parry asked in a weak tone. “Not exactly,” Rex replied. “But something else did,” and he glanced at the two boys who were standing close together a little to one side. Parry followed his gaze and, as he saw the boys, he gave Rex a questioning look. “They are two friends of mine,” Rex explained. “Then dere was no wolf, non?” “I’m afraid not,” Rex replied. “But der head. I seed heem.” “There it is on the table.” Parry gave one glance at the object and as the thought that he had been tricked worked its way into his brain, he seemed to notice, for the first time that he was tied. Instantly his face grew dark with anger and he began to strain at his bonds. But Rex had done his work well and with all his great strength, he could not loosen them. Rex let him struggle until, panting, he gave it up. “It’s no use, Parry,” he said. “Your game is up and you might as well make the best of it. Be a sport. You had your innings and now it’s my turn.” For the space of a minute the breed glared at him. Evidently a struggle was going on in his mind. He was licked for the time being, at any rate. “All right. I geet up. I be sport lak’ you be.” “That’s the talk,” Rex declared. “Nothing like knowing when you’re licked.” “What you do wid me, eh?” Parry asked humbly. “We haven’t got to that yet,” Rex said. “I guess that’ll need some figuring,” he added turning to Bob and Jack. “But first let’s get the fire going. It’s getting rather cold in here.” As soon as the fire was sending its shower of sparks up the chimney, at Rex’s suggestion, they lifted the breed into his bunk and drew a thick blanket over him. He said no word, but lay with a look of dejected resignation on his face. “Now we’ll get together by the fireplace and go into executive session of the ways and means committee,” Rex said, as he drew a chair up close to the fire. “It don’t look to me as though we were out of the woods yet,” he added as the boys followed his example. “Not by a good many long miles,” Bob agreed.