But at
last we got up on solid ground, and were starting off at Rollo's best
pace, when from out of the bushes in front of us, there came a third
wolf! The horse stopped so suddenly it is a wonder I was not pitched
over his head, but I did not think of that at the time.
The poor horse was terribly frightened, and I could feel him tremble,
which made me all the more afraid. The situation was not pleasant, and
without stopping to think, I said, "Rollo, we must run him down--now
do your best!" and taking a firm hold of the bridle, and bracing
myself in the saddle, I struck the horse hard with my whip and gave an
awful scream. I never use a whip on him, so the sting on his side and
yell in his ears frightened him more than the wolf had, and he started
on again with a rush. But the wolf stood still--so did my heart--for
the beast looked savage. When it seemed as though we were actually
upon him I struck the horse again and gave scream after scream as fast
as my lungs would allow me. The big gray thing must have thought
something evil was coming, for he sprang back, and then jumped over in
the bushes and did not show himself again. Rollo came home at an awful
pace; but I looked back once and saw, standing in the road near the
bushes, five timber wolves, evidently watching us. Just where the
other two had been I will never know, of course.
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