"'Look at that,' he said. 'See that? Its tracks end here.'
"And that is just what they did! But the tracks of the angel went right on across the snow.
"'Where did the thing go to?' I wondered.
"'Perhaps,' suggested Long, 'she picked it up and carried it.'
"But I shook my head.
"'A woman—or a man either, for the matter of that—carrying that thing!' White exclaimed. 'She could never have done that. And you can see for yourself; she never even paused here. Had she stopped to pick the thing up—what a queer thought—we would have the story written here in the snow.'
"'Then,' said Long, 'it must have gone on through the air.'
"'Humph!' White ejaculated. 'Through the air! Well, Sklokoyum said that the thing has wings—the bat wings of the white man's devil!'
"'But,' I objected, 'Sklokoyum was so badly scared that he didn't know what he saw.'
"'I wonder,' said White.