After a few minutes Boone and Kenton came from their hiding-place.
“Now, let’s look for Lark,” said Boone. “I’ve a thought that he has met this terrible Wolf Demon when he was hyer afore, and that the sight has made him mad.”
The two left the glade, and to their surprise found they stood before the hollow oak which had served them as a rendezvous when in the wood before.
At the foot of the oak they found Lark’s cap. As Boone picked it up, it felt moist.
He looked at his hand.
It was stained with blood.
“By heaven!” he cried, in horror. “Lark has been killed, and perhaps by the Wolf Demon!”
CHAPTER XLI.
THE FIGHT UNTO THE DEATH.
The two scouts looked upon the blood-stained cap with horror.