CHAPTER XXXVII.
FOLLOWING A MADMAN.
With eager haste, Boone and Kenton followed in the footsteps of Lark.
On through the station, without turning to the right or left, but heading straight toward the forest, Lark went.
Amazed at his strange action, they strove to overtake him, but the madman—for the two borderers had but little doubt that Lark had been attacked by sudden madness—entered the shadows of the wood before the others could overtake him.
The two paused on the edge of the timber and looked at each other for a moment in astonishment.
“Well, dern my old hide, ef I know what to make of this!” exclaimed Boone, breaking the silence.
“Shall we follow him?” asked Kenton.
“Yes,” replied Boone, decidedly. “I never see’d anything like this hyer afore, and I feel a nat’ral curiosity to see the end onto it. We were a-goin’ to make a scout, and ef we foller him, why, it’s pretty much the same thing.”
So, without further conversation, the two plunged into the wood.