These sound awfully savage."
"They are," returned her cousin calmly.
The wolf cry came nearer and nearer. The ponies had started on a
trot again at the top of the hill, and her uncle and Tom did not
seem to notice the ugly cry. Nan looked back, and was sure that
some great animal scrambled out of the woods and gave chase to
them.
"Isn't there some danger?" she asked Rafe again.
"Not for us," he said. "Of course, if the whole pack gathers and
catches us, then we have to do something."
"What do you do?" demanded Nan quickly.
"Why, the last time we were chased by wolves, we happened to have
a ham and a side of bacon along. So we chucked out first the
one, and then the other, and so pacified the brutes till we got
near town."
"Oh!" cried Nan, half believing, half in doubt.
She looked back again. There, into the flickering light of the
lantern, a gaunt, huge creature leaped. Nan could see his head
and shoulders now and then as he plunged on after the sleigh,
and a wickeder looking beast, she hoped never to see.
"Oh!" she gasped again, and grabbed at Rafe's arm.
"Don't you be afraid," drawled that young rascal. "I reckon he
hasn't many of his jolly companions with him. If he had, of
course, we'd have to throw you out to pacify him.
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