"Let's get closer to him, Ferral," suggested Matt, starting along the road at a run.
"It's main queer the way he's actin', and no mistake," muttered Ferral, starting after Matt.
Matt was about half-way to the motionless figure, when it melted slowly into the black shadow of the cliff. On reaching the place where the figure had stood, it was nowhere to be seen.
"What do you think of that, Ferral?" Matt asked in bewilderment.
Ferral did not reply. His eyes were bright and staring, and he leaned against the rock wall and drew a dazed hand across his brows.
[CHAPTER III.]
LA VITA PLACE.
"I'm all ahoo, and that's the truth of it," muttered Ferral. "This is the greatest place for seein' things, and then losin' track of 'em, that I ever got into. There was certainly a man standing right there where you are, wasn't there?"
"That's the way it looked to me," answered Matt. "It can't be that we were all fooled. Imagination might have played hob with one of us, but it couldn't with all three."