“It sounds just like one of the old hobgoblin stories that my father used to tell by the fire on a winter’s night,” Boone said, thoughtfully. “I allers thought that they were all lies, but this story of yours is as strange as any of them.”
“It beats me,” Kenton observed.
“Well, let’s be going.”
And following Boone’s lead, they proceeded on their way.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A STRANGE ATTACK.
For a few minutes in silence the three proceeded on through the forest. Boone was in the advance, Kenton followed, and Lark brought up the rear.
Suddenly, Lark spoke.
“Hold on a minute, kurnel.”
Astonished, both Boone and Kenton halted.