“Why, the man must be crazy!” exclaimed the scout. “That wasn’t Bennett or any of his crowd.”
“Nor a redskin.”
“Of course, it wasn’t a red. And a madman——”
“I’ve got it!” exclaimed the lieutenant suddenly. “That was the Mad Hunter.”
“Pshaw! do you believe there is such a person?”
“One of our old sergeants says he met him, and that the madman took a pot-shot at him,” declared the lieutenant.
“Well. I’ve heard of him myself.”
“And that chap was a big man, all right.”
“A giant.”
“And as crazy as a bedbug,” added Danforth decidedly.