e to an explanation."

The courier now climbed up to the coach-box to reconnoitre, and he shook
his head, telling them in very plain English that he did not like it;
that he had heard that the wolves were out in consequence of the extreme
severity of the weather, and that he feared that these seven were only
the advance of a whole pack; that they had many versts to go, for the
stage was a long one, and it would be dark before they were at the end
of it.

"Have you ever been chased by them before?" said Joey.

"Yes," replied the courier, "more than once; it's the horses that they
are so anxious to get hold of. Three of our horses are very good, but
the fourth is not very well, the driver says, and he is fearful that he
will not hold out; however, we must keep them off as long as we can; we
must not shoot at them till the last moment."

"Why not?" inquired McShane.

"Because the whole pack would scent the blood at miles, and redouble
their efforts to come up with us. There is an empty bottle by you, sir;
throw it on the road behind the carriage; that will stop them for a
time."

"An empty bottle stop them! well, that's queer: it may stop a man
drinking, because he can get no mote out of it. However, as you please,
gentlemen; here's to drink my health, bad manners to you," said McShane,
throwing the bottle over the carriage.

The courier was right: at the sight of the bottle in the road, the
wolves, who are of a most suspicious nature, and think that there is a
trap laid for them in everything, stopped short, and gathered round it
cautiously; the carriage proceeded, and in a few minutes the animals
were nearly out of sight.

"Well, that bothers me entirely," said McShane; "an empty bottle is as
good to them as a charged gun."

"But look, sir, they are coming on again," said Joey, "and faster than
ever. I suppose they were satisfied that there was nothing in it."

The courier mounted again to the box where Joey and McShane were
standing. "I think you had a ball of twine," said he to Joey, "when you
were tying down the baskets; where is it?"

"It is here under the cushion," replied Joey, searching for the twine
and producing it.

"What shall we find to tie to it?" said the courier; "something not too
heavy--a bottle won't do."

"What's it for?" inquired McShane.

"To trail, sir," replied the courier.

"To trail! I think they're fast enough upon our trail already; but if
you want to help them, a red