Accordingly, they commenced to handle the remnants that told of Dan’s wonderful trap, which had failed to hold the wild man.
Leslie suddenly heard his chum give a low bubbling cry.
“What have you found?” he asked, hurriedly, all excitement.
“Come here and see,” he was told.
“Well, I declare! that’s a bunch of hair clinging to a broken bit of wood, or I miss my guess!” ejaculated Leslie Capes almost immediately.
“And sort of reddish-brown hair at that, you notice,” Dick told him. “That must have come from the hide of an animal, mark you, and not from a man at all!”
“Gee whittaker, Dick! What are you saying?”
“The wild man, as we’ve been calling him, isn’t a human being at all, it seems,” Dick continued, slowly, as though he were trying to grasp a stupendous idea.
“But, Dick, don’t forget that Nat has seen the creature twice now,” urged Leslie.
“I know that,” admitted Dick.