Then a slight movement of Lark’s head put a stop to the conversation of the two scouts, and eagerly they watched the man bound so tightly to the tree-trunk.
Lark raised his head slowly. By the light of the moonbeams the two watchers could plainly see that it was deathly pale. But they also noted a change in the face. The eyes, which before had been lusterless and half-closed, were now opened wide, and, seemingly, strained to their fullest extent. They glared like eyes of fire—shone more like the eyes of a wild beast than the orbs of a human.
“Look at his eyes!” said Boone, in a cautious whisper.
“They look as if they would pierce through a fellow!” observed Kenton, in a tone of awe.
Carefully and searchingly Lark glared around him as if to discover whether he was watched or not.
Then he essayed to move from the tree, but the bonds that bound his hands and feet to the tree-trunk restrained him.
In amazement Lark looked down upon the fetters that impeded his action.
“His memory’s clean gone,” said Boone, in Kenton’s ear.
“I do believe he is mad now,” observed Kenton, in a tone of conviction.
“Yes, but look at him.”