"No, certainly not."
"Well, what happened, Uncle Bob," inquired Enid.
"Just you wait," said young Bob, who had heard the story. "This is an awful good story, Cousin Enid."
"I can't wait much longer," returned the girl. "Please go on."
"Two days after we left the camp, we came across an awful figure, ragged, blood stained, wasted to a skeleton, starved—"
"I have seen men in extreme cases afore," interposed Kirkby, "but never none like him."
"Nor I," continued Maitland.
"Was it Newbold?" asked Enid.
"Yes."
"And what had happened to him?"