Suddenly the opportunity came. Once more the face appeared.
Barrows raised his rifle quick as thought.
Crack!
A wild cry went up, the sound of a falling body was heard, and then the tramping of feet and bitter curses.
Barrows knew that his shot had taken effect.
Then he changed his position. But not a sound or a sign of life came from the mysterious cabin.
“If they are in the cabin they are keeping mighty dark,” he muttered. “They surely must be there, for I have not seen them come out as yet.”
A great length of time had elapsed.
Certainly an hour and a half of waiting had passed, and Barrows felt that he must do something and at once.
“I shall die of worriment if I stay here,” he muttered. “Perhaps——”