"The kids are in the center of the stage all right!" laughed Sandy.
"I don't see how they dare build fires out in that exposed place,"
Thede suggested. "There's no knowing who may be prowling around."
"Perhaps they know where the few enemies we have found in this
section are keeping themselves!"
"Perhaps they've got 'em shut up in some of their own caverns!"
Thede suggested. "Anyway," he went on, "there's something doing,
or they wouldn't be talking Boy Scout to us at this time of night."
As the boys drew still closer they heard the labored breathing of
some one running, apparently only a short distance away.
Oje darted away in the direction of the sounds, but soon returned
to where the boys waited and headed once more for the Boy Scout
signal.
"What did you see, Oje?" Thede asked.
The Indian turned and pointed back over the snowy trail they had
followed from the burning tree.
"Man from there!" he said.
"Antoine?" asked Sandy.
The Indian nodded and continued up the slope as if the matter were
unworthy of further attention.
"Now, what do you suppose Antoine came here for?" asked Thede.
"Attracted by the fire, probably,"
"I don't understand what he's roaming about so much for," Thede
continued.
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