Either a torch or lantern it was, and its motion and changing of base suggested that it was carried by human hands.
Frank was deeply interested.
“I knew it!” he muttered. “I’ll wager my life that there is a building in that forest, but I did not dream that it was inhabited.”
He watched the light intently.
It moved back and forward, and was of such size as to dispel the theory of the will-o’-the-wisp or ignis fatuus.
Once from the distance Frank fancied he heard a distant outcry.
But this he could not place reliance upon, as it might have been made by some wild beast.
But of one thing he was satisfied.
There was certainly human life and habitation in the forest. On the morrow he would learn what it meant.
He was hardly able to restrain a strong desire to go alone upon an exploring tour under cover of the night.