He seemed to have lost all his strength, for he reeled across the floor like a drunken man.
For two or three minutes the sound was not repeated, and Vinnie and the savage stood waiting with bated breath.
They had not long to wait.
Again came that harsh, grating sound, as though some one was digging the point of a knife, or some other hard, sharp instrument into the door.
Almost simultaneously with this noise, came a long, low whine, evidently that of a brute.
Vinnie started.
The look of wild fear left her face, and she advanced toward the door, while the low wail was repeated in a louder key and more prolonged than before.
She gave utterance to a glad exclamation.
“It is Death!”
It was evident in a moment that Ku-nan-gu-no-nah, also, had discovered the cause of the strange sounds.