It was at this scene the girls were now gazing, some illumination being furnished by a pale and watery moon now and then hidden by scudding clouds.
Suddenly Ethel Anderson clutched Arden by the arm, so violently as almost to cause the dropping of the chicken, and Ethel exclaimed:
“What’s that dark thing on the lawn near the orchard?”
“Where?” asked several, crowding closer.
“There!” Ethel pointed at a moment when the moon came out of the clouds.
“Looks like a black dog, to me,” Terry said. “Or perhaps——”
Terry’s sentence was never finished, for Arden broke in with:
“It’s a man! A man crawling on his hands and knees! It is! Look!”
The last wisp of cloud was wiped from the face of the moon. The form of the crawling man was seen plainly.
“Oh, heavens!”