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  CHAPTER VI THE BATTLE CRY

  Even hampered as he was by the chain attached to his collar, the faithfulold watchdog was more than a match for his lighter opponent. Over andover they tumbled. Twice the chain, tangling about the wolf's legs,seemed about to make him prisoner. At last with a savage onslaught Majorleaped clean at the enemy's throat. There followed a gurgling cough. Fora second the end seemed at hand. But the next instant, Major's teeth losttheir grip. The wolf, feeling himself free, and having had quite enough,slunk away into the shadows.

  "Might as well let him go," was the boy's mental comment. "He's welllicked. He'll not want to come back. Save my shots for those who mix innext."

  In this, perhaps he made a mistake. Bleeding from many wounds, the wolfcarried a rank scent of battle and blood back to his companions, a scentmore maddening than was that of the frozen meat upon the sled. Hardly hadhe disappeared into the darkness than there arose from out that darknessa war song such as Joe had never before given ear to, a song that madehis blood run cold.

  "Not a second to lose," he exclaimed as he snapped the receiver over hishead, threw on the switch and pressed his lips to the transmitter.

  He was talking on 200. "Hello! Hello! Curlie, you hear? Wolves. Six milesfrom Indian's shack. Sled broken. Must fight for life. Got four shots.Bring rifles. Come quick."

  Eagerly he pressed the receivers to his ears. Wildly his heart beat. Itwas a tense moment. Would Curlie be listening in on 200? Would themessage carry? Would he respond?

  After a moment had elapsed, with the gleam of eyes coming ever closer, herepeated his message. Again he pressed the receivers to his ears.

  "He won't hear," he muttered half in despair. "Have to make a dash forit. Meat might save us--might satisfy them. But they're mad with thesmell of fresh food. They're--"

  A voice boomed in his ear. It was Curlie.

  "Coming," he roared. "Hold fast."

  "Ah!" Joe breathed as he snatched the receiver from his head and clutchedat his rifle, "that's better!"

  Even as he said it, a flash from his electric torch caught a huge fellow,the leader of the pack, all but upon them. Like the other, he doubled upand leaped away, but this only made the boy understand that his positionwas still perilous. Curlie had not told him how far he was away.

  "Must be at least five miles," he groaned. "Take him a half hour. Major,old boy, do you think we can hold them?" The answer from the dog was alow, rumbling growl.

  There was a deal of comfort to be obtained from that growl. HeretoforeJoe had thought of these sled-dogs as mere beasts of burden; thought ofthem as he might have thought of horses or mules on the flat, sleepy,safe prairies of the Mississippi valley. Now he found himself regardingthem as friends, as fellow warriors engaged in a common business, thebusiness of protecting their lives against the onrush of the enemy.

  "Some dogs you are," he murmured gratefully. "You not only pull afellow's load for him, but in time of danger you turn in and fight forhim."

  He knew that if he came out of this combat alive he would always cherisha feeling of loyal friendship for these five companions in combat.

  It was a tense moment. They were in a tight place. A chill raced up hisspine and his knees trembled as he caught the gleam of new pairs of eyesburning holes into the darkness. Others had heard the blood-curdling warsong and had come to join in the battle.

  The flash of the torch held the beasts at bay for a time, but at last itonly maddened them as they pressed closer in.

  Joe was in despair. Should he loose the dogs? He scarcely dared. Theywould rush out at those burning eyes and be destroyed. Then he would bealone. And yet, if worse came to worst, if the enemy rushed in, therewould not be time to loose them, and chained as they were, the dogs wouldfight at a disadvantage.

  In the meantime, Curlie Carson was bounding over the trail. Now he hadcovered a mile, now two, now three. There were three miles more. Panting,perspiring, staggering forward, now tripping over a snow-covered bush,and now falling over a log, he struggled on.

  "He--he can't make it!" Joe all but sobbed as he counted the moments!"Ah, here they come!"

  There was time only to loose the chain of Major before three gray streaksleaped at them.

  Major met one and downed him. Ginger, the hound leader, chained as hewas, grappled with a second. The third leaped at the boy's throat. Justin time he threw up the rifle barrel. Gripped in both his hands, itstopped the beast. Kicking out with his right foot, he sent himsprawling. The next instant the rifle cracked. One shot gone, but anenemy accounted for.

  A fourth wolf sprang upon the gentle, inoffensive Sport and bore him tothe snow.

  Leaping upon the sled, Joe stood ready to sell his life as dearly as hemight. Catching the ki-yi of Pete, the huskie, he reached over andunsnapped his chain, to see him leap at the throat of the nearest enemy."They're coming, coming!" Joe sang out.

  All fear had left him now. He was in the midst of a battle. That theywould win that battle he did not dream. Curlie could never reach them intime. But, like Custer's men, they would die game.

  Sport was down. Major was strangling the life from a clawing wolf. Gingerwas engaged in an unfinished battle. Two wolves leaped at the sled, onefrom either side. The rifle cracked. A wolf leaped high and fell. Thesecond sprang. He was instantly met and borne to the snow by Bones, thesecond "wheel-horse."

  But now they came in a drove, five, six, seven, gaunt gray beasts withchop-chopping jaws.

  With deliberate aim the boy dropped the foremost, then the second. Then,calmly clubbing his rifle, he waited.

  The foremost wolf was not two yards from the sled, when Joe was startledto hear a rifle crack and see the wolf leap high in air. He wasastonished. Curlie could not possibly have reached his objective in thistime. Who was this man, his deliverer? Leaning far forward, he tried topeer into the darkness, as the rifle cracked again and yet again.