Carefully raking off the ashes with a stick, he found plenty of coals beneath.  These were brought together, and some of the twigs laid over, the heat causing them at once to burst into a crackling flame.  This speedily radiated enough light for his purpose, which was simply to find one of those “fat” pieces of pine, which make the best kind of torches.  A few minutes search brought forth the one he needed, and then, shoving his revolver down in his belt, he was ready.

The light revealed the large beautiful Apache blanket, stretched out upon the ground, while the Irishman lay half upon it and half upon the earth, sleeping as soundly as if in his bed at home.  Beyond him and in every direction was the blackness of night.  But, looking to his right, he discovered the two eyes staring at him and glowing like balls of fire.

The animal was evidently puzzled at the sight before him.  Fred dreaded a shot from the Indians above, and, as soon as he had his torch ready and had taken all his bearings, he drew the ashes over the spluttering flame.  Save for the torch, all was again wrapped in impenetrable gloom.

The glowing orbs were still discernible, and, holding the smoking torch above his head, Fred began moving slowly toward them.  The animal did not stir until the lad was within twenty feet, when the latter concluded that it would be a good thing for him, also, to take a rest.

“Wonder if he’s been trained not to be afraid of torches,” mused the little fellow.  “I hope he hasn’t, and I hope too there won’t be any trouble in scaring him.”

The lad dreaded another possibility,—­that his torch might be suddenly extinguished.  If that should go out, leaving them in utter darkness, the wolf would immediately rise to a superior plane, and speedily demonstrate who was master of the situation.

Fred swung the torch several times around his head, until it was fanned into a bright flame, after which he resumed his advance upon his foe.  At the very first step the beast vanished.  He had wheeled about and made off in a twinkling.

The lad pressed onward at the same deliberate gait, watching carefully for the reappearance of the guiding orbs.  It was not long before they were observed a dozen yards or so further on.  The wolf was manifestly retreating.  He had no fancy for that terrible torch bearing down on him, and he was falling back by forced marches.  This being precisely what Fred desired, he was greatly encouraged.

“He is making his way out, and after awhile he will reach the place, and away he’ll go.  If he’s a wolf or fox, the hole may be so small that Mickey can’t squeeze through, but I think I can follow one of the animals anywhere.”

After going some distance further, Fred noticed that the animal was not proceeding in a straight line.  He would appear on his right, where he would stare at the advancing torch until it was quite close, when he would scamper off to the left, and go through the same performance.