wouldnât let you go now anyway. No rooster can play tricks on a wolf and get away with it.â And he disappeared.
âWolf!â exclaimed Jack. âWhew! We are in a mess if these are wolves. Iâve never seen one before, but Iâve heard about them. Theyâre the worst animals in the woods. They hunt in packs, and theyâll attack and eat any animal that isnât strong enough to defend himself. They even eat people sometimes.â
âEat people!â exclaimed Charles. âI never heard of such a thing! Why, I canât believe it, Jack; it just isnât done! Havenât they any sense of decency?â
âWhat do you suppose they want the children for?â asked Jack.
âWell, perhaps youâre right,â replied the rooster. âThe only wolf I ever heard of was the one in the story Freddy read us once, the one that pretended he was the little girlâs grandmother and ate her up. But I thought that was just a fairy-story.â
âRed Riding-hood,â said Jack. âWell, theyâll eat us up all right, and donât you forget it.â
âIâd like to forget it, for a while anyway,â said Charles. âAre you sleepy?â
âBeginning to be,â said Jack. âItâs so quiet here, and I didnât have my sleep out this morning. Suppose you tell a story to while away the time and keep us awake. Theyâll surely come to rescue us before long.â
âAll right,â replied the rooster.â Keep your eye on the door.
âOnce upon a time there was a very handsome dog named John, and he lived â¦â
CHAPTER IX
A FIGHT IN THE FOREST
When Charles had crowed so loud and long and despairingly for help, the animals had all been asleep, and Mrs. Wiggins was snoring so loudly that none of them heard him. None, that is, except Henrietta. But Charles was Henriettaâs husband, and somehow that familiar voice, raised in fear and entreaty, had penetrated her dreams. She woke and poked her head out from under the feather bed just in time to hear the last âHelp!â he uttered before the wolves pulled him down. In an instant she was out of bed, clucking excitedly, and pecking sharply at Mrs. Wigginsâs nose.
âWake up!â she cried. âCharles is in trouble! Something awful is going on; I know it! Oh, wake up, animals! Wake up and help me!â
âWhaâs âat?â murmured Mrs. Wiggins sleepily. âTrouble? Whaâs a trouble? Fly on my nose, thaâs a trouble. Go âway, fly.â And she shook her head, sighed, and went to sleep again.
But Henrietta kept right on squawking and pecking, and before long all the animals were on their feet and listening to her story.
âNo time to waste,â said Uncle William. âIâve warned Charles not to wander away from the camp. He could easily get lost, and there are wildcats in these woods, whoâd like nothing better than a fat rooster for breakfast.â
âDonât you call my husband fat!â exclaimed the hen. âPoking fun at him when heâs in trouble, andââ
âI beg your pardon,â said the horse. âI mis-spoke myself. Charles has a very handsome and elegant figure; Iâve often commented upon it. But look, here are his tracks, and here are Jackâs with him. They canât come to much harm together. Still, weâd better follow them and see whatâs up.â
So they hurried along and presently came to the clearing where the wolf had been waiting.
âHâm,â said Mrs. Wiggins, âmore dogs, a lot of dogs. And theyâve all gone off together.â
âPretty big for dogs,â said Eek, who was riding on Mrs. Wigginsâs back.
The bear had been looking carefully at the tracks, and he put his nose down and smelt of them. âTheyâre not dogs,â he said quietly. âWish they were. Theyâre wolves. And if we
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