As they passed the tree, Kenton, who was a little in the advance, halted suddenly and placed his hand in alarm upon the arm of Boone.
“What’s the matter?” asked Boone, quickly, in a cautious whisper.
“Look there,” Kenton said, in the same low, guarded tone, and, as he spoke, he pointed to the ground before him.
Boone, with straining eyes, looked in the direction indicated by the outstretched hand of his companion.
On the earth before them was stretched a dark form.
Carefully, rigid as two statues, the two scouts examined it.
“What do you think?” said Kenton, in a whisper.
“It’s a man, I think.”
“Can it be another victim of the Wolf Demon?”
“P’haps so; let’s examine it,” said Boone.