“Hello! what’s that?” cried Boone, suddenly.
The scout’s attention had been attracted by a slight noise in the wood beyond the little glade.
Eagerly the two listened.
Then, through the wood, with stealthy steps, came a dark form.
It passed close to where the two whites lay in ambush.
Cold drops of sweat stood, bead-like, upon the foreheads of the two scouts as they looked upon the dark form.
It was the Wolf Demon that was stealing so stealthily through the wood.
“Jerusalem! did you see it?” muttered Boone, with a shiver, after the terrible form had disappeared in the shadows of the wood.
“Yes,” replied Kenton, in a solemn tone.
“What do you think it is?”