"Whisht!" whispered Tim; "there's somebody else beside us on this island."
CHAPTER XX.
SHASTA, THE PAH UTAH.
All three paused and listened. For a moment all was still; and then the suppressed groan of distress was heard, as though the sufferer were seeking to keep back the outcry that was forced from him.
"There it is!" whispered Howard, pointing to a clump of bushes near the edge of the river.
"It strikes me we had better leave!" replied Elwood, looking forward to the canoe as if fearful that that would be taken from them and all escape be thus cut off.
"Do you sind the dog forward and let him smell out the difficulty," suggested Tim O'Rooney.
Terror stood there between the boys, his head raised and his whole appearance indicating that he had scented something unusual, but was awaiting orders before advancing upon it. The Newfoundland looked up as if asking for directions. Elwood simply pointed toward the brush and the dog galloped to it. Instead of entering, he stopped by it and gave a low growl of discovery.
"What is it, Terror?" asked Howard.