Boone and Kenton from their ambush perceived him approach.
Boone touched Kenton on the arm as if to call his attention, but Kenton had already perceived the terrible figure.
“Shall we fire at him?” questioned Kenton, in a whisper, and the usually firm hand of the borderer trembled as he fumbled with the lock of his gun.
“No, no!” cried Boone, quickly, and in a cautious whisper; “the report would bring the hull of the Shawnee village down upon as, jist like stirring up a nest of hornets.”
“What shall we do, then?”
“We’ll follow and attack him in the forest,” answered Boone.
The Wolf Demon came slowly on, his eyes staring full upon the air before him. He passed by the ambush of the two woodmen and entered the thicket.
As he passed, the two noted the signs of a conflict so apparent upon him.
“Jist look at his face! it’s kivered all over with blood!” exclaimed Boone, in wonder.
“He’s fixed another Shawnee, I reckon,” said Kenton, seriously.