They followed the marks left by the wet foot over the rocks. They headed for the upper end of the island, where there was a small grove of straggly cedar trees. Here the marks faded away completely.
“Well, we know he came this way, anyhow,” 127 remarked Gus. “He can’t be very far off, for the island isn’t very big.”
“I see a rude log cabin!” exclaimed Dave, and pointed through the cedars. “Maybe that is where the wild man lives.”
“If it is, we want to go slow, Dave. He may attack us.”
“But what of Nat, if he is there?”
“He may know the man and have some influence over him.”
“I hardly think anybody could have any influence over that man. He is as crazy as can be, and not to be trusted.”
The two youths approached the old log cabin slowly, keeping as much as possible in the shelter of the trees. Nobody was in sight, nor did any sound reach their ears.
Presently the students found themselves within fifty feet of the cabin, the door of which stood half open. Each looked at the other.
“I’m going ahead,” said Dave, resolutely. He and his companion had provided themselves with sticks, and Gus had also picked up two stones.