The young man bent forward and listened.
The sharp snap of a gun being cocked was heard a short distance off, and a sentry concealed in the shrubs shouted in a harsh, sharp voice:—
"Who goes there?"
"A friend," was the reply from the bushes. The Jaguar started.
"Tranquil here!" he muttered to himself; "For what reason can he seek me?"
And he rushed in the direction where he expected to find the Panther-killer.
[CHAPTER XXII.]
BLUE-FOX.
We will now return to Blue-fox and his two comrades, whom, in a previous chapter, we left at the moment when, after hearing bullets "ping" past their ears, they instinctively entrenched themselves behind rocks and trunks of trees.