What did it mean? Had a night bird swept near, or had he merely imagined the shadow there?
He grasped the club a little tighter, and listened with strained ears. A faint crackling sound reached him, coming from a distance but a few feet away.
Again he swung around. A form leaped directly before him, the form of James Casco.
“Casco!”
“You are right, Landes. So you are following me again.”
“I am following this time, yes. Stop where you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“Move another step, and you will be sorry for it.”
And Frank drew his empty pistol, and pointed it.
Casco was somewhat dismayed, but only for a second. Then he rushed at Frank.