"Who hasn't, I wonder?" with a shrug. "I've heard of nothing else since we've been camped here."
"I believe this is the being he means, then."
"You don't—thunder! I always thought he was lying!"
"Hark!" muttered Burr, touching his comrades.
From out the gloom, in the direction in which the strange being had disappeared, there came a clear, shrill whistle, long-drawn and quavering. Eagerly the gold-hunters watched and listened.
"Look there—see that light!" uttered Duplin, after a brief silence. "What can it mean—up there, too?"
A small but brilliant point of light had suddenly appeared, as though hanging nearly midway up the cliff, not steady and fixed, but slightly wavering, or moving slowly from side to side. Evidently, it was suspended there by some human agency; but who?
"Is there not a human form close beside the light? It seems so to me," whispered Wythe.
"Wait. The light is in answer to that whistle. Perhaps Paul's Devil has his home up there, and that is one of its imps," half-laughed Duplin.
Still closely watching, the three friends a few moments later saw a tall form uprise beside the light, that, the next instant, vanished from sight. But not before another discovery was made.