"Don't know but what we are," returned the hunter, composedly.
"Do you think that we are?" asked Leslie, earnestly.
"Can't say; I'll go back if you want to."
"Heigh! what's that?"
He sprung forward and caught a shred fluttering from a bush.
"That's it! that's it!" he shouted, fairly leaping with joy.
"That's what?" asked the hunter, seemingly disgusted at this display of childlike emotion.
"Why, a piece of her dress, sure enough," responded Leslie.
Here the corners of Kent's mouth gave a downward twitch, and turning his head so as to glance at Leslie, a deprecating grunt escaped him.
"She did it on purpose to guide us," added Leslie, not heeding him.