We waited until the wolves were almost up to us, then we followed the proposed plan.  The brutes, after rushing on a short distance, tried to turn also.  In doing so, those behind tumbled over their leaders, and we skated on as before.  We did this several times, until the cunning wolves, perceiving our object, instead of turning kept straight forward. Uncle Mark now drew one of his pistols, and as he skated round shot the leading wolf.  It rolled over dead.  The next he treated in the same manner.  We then brought our sticks down on the heads of several others.