"Look!" she cried, and when Paul reached her side she pointed to some bright red spots on the leaves.
"That's blood!" cried the young actor. "Russ, you winged that beast last night, all right."
"Is that so? Let's have a look for him! Maybe I killed him. I'd like to see what sort of a creature it was."
The two young men went a little way into the wood, and then came a call:
"Here he is—dead as a door nail."
"Oh, what is it? I want to see it!" cried Alice, who had a good deal of the curious boy in her make-up.
"Don't go!" begged Ruth.
"I shall, too. It can't hurt me—if it's dead."
"I know, dear, but—"
Alice went, however.