[the phantom]

But Esty had also snatched an arrow and had placed it on her bowstring. Her arrow was aimed between Mister Underhill's eyes, and his arrow for Esty's heart. They were so close the bows were nearly touching.

Both of them were breathing heavily, and were having difficulty keeping their bows still.

"You've been the wolf all along!" cried Mister Underhill.

"Me?! You're the wolf!" objected Esty.

"Don't even try to play that card!" shouted Mister Underhill. "Enca and Fea are dead, and they didn't change. We are the only two left, and I know I am not a wolf, so it must be you!"

"That's the same thing I am thinking right now!" Esty shouted back.

Mister Underhill slackened his bow just a bit, but then suddenly tightened it again. "No! I'm not letting you trick me! You can't talk your way out of this! If I die then you die with me!" he growled.

(to be continued)