"Good God!" Jack gasped. "He's got him, too! How could he? With you not twenty feet away. And not a sound. Is it a man or a devil?"
The pegs that held down the back of Jack's lean-to were drawn, showing how Jean Paul had entered, and how he had removed his prey.
"Etzeeah—" said Mary tremblingly, "do you suppose Jean Paul has—
"He would hardly take him alive," said Jack grimly, "without a sound."
"But he had no weapon, we know that."
"His hands!"
They were silent.
"But if he did," faltered Mary, "why would he take—take the body away?"
Jack shook his head. "They are always mysterious," he said.
"He may be near," whispered Mary. "What's to be done?"