They crouched at the end of the tree. It occurred to Alan that he had been foolish to bring Lentz. His mistrust of the fellow was growing. But it seemed an unreasonable mistrust.
"Where are we, Lentz?"
"Halfway there, I think. Or more. We should see the light of the camp fire soon."
They started again. Presently Lentz stopped. Alan could see him, ten feet ahead, standing against a tree-trunk.
"What is it?" Alan advanced until they stood together. Lentz pointed. Two eyes gleamed in the brush ahead. Alan impulsively raised his weapon, but Lentz checked him.
"Quiet! Some animal."
Not an Indian. Alan relaxed. Of course not—human eyes do not glisten like that in the darkness.
It may have been a wildcat. The eyes moved; there was a rustling; the thing was gone.
"Shot would spoil everything," Lentz whispered. "Come on."