"You're right, it didn't," said Tyson.
"Here's a rusty nail in it," Roy added.
The board, unpainted and weather beaten as it was, seemed singularly out of place in that remote forest.
Suddenly Roy grasped Tom's arm; his hand trembled; his whole form was agitated.
"Look!" he whispered hoarsely. "Look—down there—right there. See? Do you see it? Right under.... Oh, boy, it's awful...."
CHAPTER XV
A SCOUT IS THOROUGH
Scout though he was, Roy's hand trembled as he passed his flashlight to Tom. He could not, for his life, point that flashlight himself at the grewsome object which he had seen in the darkness.