"I think it was in about the same quarter as before, sir. My watch happened to come late in the night this time, in fact just before dawn broke. I heard again that blood-curdling sound, a plain 'woof'! and raising my head I could just make it out in the darkness. It was white, as before, and it moved! Then all of a sudden it seemed to vanish most mysteriously."
"Well, did the other sentry see anything, Charles?" asked Mr. Garrabrant.
"We had arranged it all between us, sir, Ty Collins and myself. And he will tell you, sir, that he saw just what I did," replied Chatz, earnestly.
"That sounds as though you might have seen something, then," smiled Mr. Garrabrant. "And Elmer, you were so successful in picking out those other tracks, suppose you try again."
"Shall I go now, sir?" asked the other, readily.
"I would like you to. If you find a trail, you might follow it up a bit. Perhaps Charles would like to accompany you."
"Yes, sir, I would, if you didn't object," replied the Southern lad, quickly.
"Very well," nodded the scout master. "Report to me when you are through, Elmer."
So the two boys went away together. Some of the others, seeing them bending down as though examining the ground, made a move as if to join them, but Mr. Garrabrant was watching, and called them back.
He saw Elmer, followed by the wondering Chatz, walk slowly away, his head bent low, as though he were following some sort of trail.