Hardly had the awful form disappeared within the gloom of the forest when Boone grasped Kenton nervously by the shoulder.
“Kenton,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “let us not search for the body of our friend, whom this awful thing has killed, but revenge his death.”
“I’m with you, tooth and nail,” replied Kenton, firmly.
“Let’s follow this thing then.”
“Go it,” said Kenton, tersely.
Then the woodmen, with caution, followed in the path of the Wolf Demon.
The Demon proceeded direct to the Indian village.
The woodmen were guided in their course by the noise of his footsteps.
Suddenly the sound of the steps ceased.
Boone and Kenton crept forward with increased caution.