"Especially when you
remember that anything to eat is three miles away and the drifts are
nobody knows how many feet deep."
Betty laughed. She was about to say something cheerful in reply when a
sudden sound smote upon their ears--a sound that startled the two girls.
Somewhere from over the verge of the high bank of the cut on their left
hand sounded a long-drawn and perfectly blood-curdling howl!
"For goodness' sake!" gasped Bobby, grabbing her friend by the arm. "What
sort of creature is that? Hear it?"
"Of course I hear it," replied Betty, rather sharply. "Do you think I am
deaf?"
Only a very deaf person could have missed hearing that mournful howl. It
drew nearer.
"Is it a dog?" asked Bobby, almost in a whisper, as for a third time the
howl sounded.
"A dog barks, doesn't it? That doesn't sound like a dog, Bobby," said
Betty. "I heard one out West. I do believe it is one!"
"One what?" cried Bobby, almost shaking her in alarm and impatience.
"A wolf. It sounds just like a wolf. Oh, Bobby! suppose there should be a
pack of wolves in these hills and that they should attack this train?"
"Wolves!" shrieked Bobby.
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