Suddenly the beam from the search-light, shooting past a jutting point of shore, fell upon a most remarkable spectacle and one which sent a thrill through both boys.
Two great animals, engaged in terrific combat, reared and plunged, as they charged each other with lowered heads.
[CHAPTER XIV]
A BEACON LIGHT
"Ten days ago—ten, mind you, since poor Howard Fenton was carried into the canyon," said Sam Randall, softly.
He and Tom Clifton were seated on the porch of Rickham House. The night was very dark, and several starlike points of light indicated the village.
Tom Clifton tilted his chair back against the wall.
"Maybe it won't make Bob Somers and the rest of them feel badly," he remarked, reflectively.
"It couldn't fail to. Wonder if anything has been heard from Mr. Fenton?"