Then the two proceeded onward till they came to a little open glade, whereon the moonbeams shone.
As the two reached the glade and stood within the timber that fringed its edge, a slight noise fell upon their ears.
“Hush!” cried Boone, in a cautious whisper, and he laid his hand lightly upon Kenton’s arm as he spoke.
Stout Sim hardly needed the caution, for his quick ear had caught the sound.
“It’s some one coming through the forest,” said Kenton, in a whisper.
“Yes,” replied Boone, listening intently.
“Can it be Lark?”
“No, I think not,” said the old woodman; “it’s more likely to be an Injun. We must be mighty nigh to the Injun village.”
“Maybe we’ve run into a hornet’s nest,” said Kenton, coolly.
“We’ll have to git out, then,” observed Boone, nothing terrified.