“There’s your buck, Dick!” the older man exclaimed.
In a flash the figure beyond the glade moved and came into better view for an instant. It was not a deer at all, but a man—a gigantic figure, dressed in some rough black garment, and he was in view of the two friends for but a few seconds. Then he darted behind a tree.
“It’s a bear!” gasped Danforth. “I might have plugged him, anyway.”
“Get out! That’s no bear. It’s a man.”
“One of that gang?” whispered Danforth, suddenly more cautious.
“I—don’t—know——”
“Better have let me shot him, anyway,” grumbled the lieutenant.
“You bloodthirsty young savage! Be still.”
Suddenly the figure beyond the glade rushed from behind the tree and glided swiftly away through the timber. As he went he uttered a most eery scream, his voice floating back to them as he disappeared in the rapidly darkening forest.
“Well! what do you think of that?” gasped Danforth.