"Something else? When?"
"Something besides that scream. And while it was filling the air. And just afterwards."
"I heard nothing else. Did you?"
"I believe that I did."
"What?"
"I can't say," was his answer. "I wish that I could."
"Well," I said, "all we know is that there is something sneaking or prowling about in this wood, that it has just got a victim and that, in all probability, it means to get one of us—maybe all of us."
Rhodes nodded, rather rueful of visage.
"We were fortunate enough," he added "to kill two carnivores—snake-cats; I wonder if we shall be as fortunate the next time. For there is another thing waiting, sneaking, watching, biding its time."
"Another, yes," said I. "But another what?"