the pah utah was the only member of the party that did not manifest any alarm or excitement. carelessly removing his pipe from his mouth, he turned his head, looked at the animals a moment, and then resumed smoking, without giving utterance to a single sound or changing his posture in the least.

tim o'rooney, with an ejaculated prayer, caught up his rifle, and turning his back toward the fire, stood like a person driven at bay and waiting to decide in his mind the best way to strike his last blow. in his haste and alarm his pipe fell from his mouth and lay unheeded at his feet. shasta quietly picked it up, handed it to him, and motioned for him to seat himself upon the ground again. tim stared alternately at the animals, the indian and his pipe, and finally gathered the idea that no imminent danger threatened them.

howard and elwood also held their rifles ready for it charge from the growling wolverines, for such they were, while the newfoundland growled in turn, and glared defiantly at them. the intelligent brute appeared to comprehend that it would not do for him to sally out and charge upon the enemy's works, but he stood ready to fight and die in the defense of his friends.

"why don't they attack us?" asked elwood, seeing that they didn't advance nearer than a dozen feet.

"don't you know that wild animals are afraid of fire? that is what restrains them."

"of course! i didn't think of that. how fortunate that we gathered enough wood to last!"

"just look at shasta! he doesn't even stop smoking!"

"he must know there is no danger."

"let us try our guns upon them!"

the proposal pleased both, especially as there was no fear but what they could make every discharge tell. each of them singled out two of the largest wolverines, and fired their guns at the same instant. an ear-splitting clamor succeeded, and as the brutes scampered away in the darkness two of their number were seen stretched out, quivering and dying.

the wolverine is an animal found in california which unites the characteristics of the bear, weasel, fox and wolf. it is sullen and ferocious, and one of the most troublesome of the wood-denizens. when first seen it is apt to be mistaken for a small bear, or rather heavy-looking wolf. the sensuous neck and head bespeak the wolf and weasel nature, the sly persistency the fox, and the savage stubbornness that of the bear; while a resemblance to all four can be seen in the general contour, appearance and habits of the animal.

attracted, no doubt, by the smell of the cooking fish, a number of these brutes had slyly gathered and crept to the camp, where, finding their prey protected by the fire, they proclaimed their furious disappointment by loud howls—half bark and half yell—springing hither and thither among each other, sometimes vaulting over each other's backs, and darting as close to the bristling dog as their mortal dread of the fire would permit.

terror stood on the outskirts of the camp, occasionally moving forward toward the animals, as if to match his long white teeth and massive strength against their glittering fangs and treacherous ferocity.

when the two guns were discharged the rest disappeared as if a bombshell had exploded in their midst; but scarcely a dozed seconds elapsed ere they closed together again, fiercer and more clamorous, if possible, than before.

in a few moments the boys had their guns reloaded, and they immediately repeated their former proceeding with precisely the same result. at this point a surprising occurrence came to pass. the dead wolverines were pounced upon by their survivors and torn instantly to shreds, and even devoured with as much avidity as if they were terror and his human companions.

"did you ever hear of such a thing?" asked elwood, watching them in great amazement.

"yes; i have read of wolves doing the same, even when one of their number was not killed but only wounded slightly."

"any animals that act in that manner deserve death; so let's send a few more rifle-balls among them."

"if we keep this up for a few hours i don't see that there will be any left, and we may rest in peace."

"they will keep on gathering until there are twice that number. if it wasn't for our fire we should have to take to the trees; and what, then, would become of poor terror?"

"he will get into trouble as it is," said howard, "if we don't keep an eye on him."

the dog had continued advancing closer to the wolverines, until there was an imminent probability of a collision occurring between him and two of the largest, that sprung forward until they were within a few inches of him, when they darted back again to repeat the feint, seemingly with the purpose of drawing the newfoundland further toward their clutches.

howard spoke sharply to terror, but he paid no heed to the call. the boy repeated it with the same uselessness, and he was beginning to become seriously alarmed for his fate when shasta laid down his pipe and rose to his feet. the eyes of the three were now centered upon him.

the pah utah left his gun and blanket upon the ground, so that his arms and breast, excepting a few ornaments, were bare. he then drew his keen hunting-knife and held it rigidly grasped in his right hand. stooping down, he caught a blazing brand with his left, swung it rapidly over his head a few times to give it additional blaze, and then darted away like a meteor directly among the wolverines. the latter scattered in greater terror than ever, but the indian, instead of returning, actually followed them.

the brand could only be seen flitting among the trees, its flaming glare giving a wild, unearthly appearance to the face and breast of the savage as he sped swiftly in and out among the trunks and vegetation, like an avenger bent on destroying the entire band.

one of the largest wolverines, in his wild fear, sprung so close to elwood that his tail whisked against him. ere he could clear himself the indian burst upon him, his iron arm flashed out with lightning-like swiftness, the wire-like fingers caught the brute by the neck, and the knife was buried so deep in his throat that when he was thrown back he fell limp and dead to the ground. after which shasta sat down upon the ground again, folded his blanket over his shoulders and appeared much occupied in contemplating the burning sticks before him.

"mr. shasta, that was well done!" exclaimed tim in admiration. "i very much doubt whether it could be excelled by your humble servant, the undersigned."

"i very much doubt it also," said elwood. "i shouldn't fancy chasing those animals with a firebrand."

"no; if you should drop it or fall down unpleasant consequences might follow."

the boys kept up their loading and firing among the wolverines until they had slain over a dozen. but instead of diminishing, the number continued to increase till there must have been nearly two-score growling, snapping and snarling around the camp-fire.