"
But Haw-Haw drew back at the door. The interior was black as the hollow
of a throat as soon as Mac Strann rolled back the sliding door, and
Haw-Haw imagined evil eyes glaring and twinkling at him along the edges
of the darkness.
"The wolf!" he cautioned, grasping the shoulder of his companion. "You
ain't goin' to walk onto that wolf, Mac?"
The latter struck down Haw-Haw's hand.
"A wolf makes a noise before it jumps," he whispered, "and that warnin'
is all the light I need."
Now their eyes grew somewhat accustomed to the dark and Haw-Haw could
make out, vaguely, the posts of the stalls to his right. He could not
tell whether or not some animal might be lying down between the posts,
but Mac Strann, pausing at every stall, seemed to satisfy himself at a
glance. Right down the length of the barn they passed until they reached
a wall at the farther end.
"He ain't here," sighed Haw-Haw, with relief. "Mac, if I was you, I'd
wait till they was light before I went huntin' that wolf."
"He ought to be here," growled Mac Strann, and lighted a match. The
flame spurted in a blinding flash from the head of the match and then
settled down into a steady yellow glow. By that brief glow Mac Strann
looked up and down the wall. The match burned out against the calloused
tips of his fingers.
"That wall," mused Strann, "ain't made out of the same timber as the
side of the barn. That wall is whole years newer.
Pages:
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175