And close behind him came the other savage, if possible more intent upon his purpose than either of them.
For nearly a mile they went on in this way, and then the foremost savage suddenly paused.
In an instant the scout followed his example, hastily putting the trunk of a tree between them so that his presence might not be discovered.
The next moment the savage uttered a cry so much in imitation of an owl that a less practiced ear than that of the scout might have been deceived by it.
But he knew that it was a signal agreed upon between the savage and his comrade, when he should have reached the place of rendezvous.
Hardly had it died away before its exact counterpart was heard away to the right.
A moment later it was repeated on the left.
The woods were full of savages.
So it seemed to the scout, as he stood there as silent as death.
But as yet, though they came from every side, there were none behind him.