Bill Gary was blinded by the agony of torn flesh. Red sparks of pain flared through him. He saw Frosty, his mouth dripping with blood, ready to spring again. Bill struck at the leaping form ... and missed. The wolf’s teeth were at his throat! Bill Gary was dead. But this only encouraged the fortune seekers. For securely fastened around the killer wolf’s neck was a collar containing the location of a vein of gold ... and it was still anybody’s prize. This most vicious of timber wolves was now guardian and executor of his estate. And Silvertip, to carry out the dead man’s wish, must find Frosty, the wolf.