sewn a little cloth square on which was
printed:

DOMINION CLOTHING CO.
QUEBEC, CANADA.

"I see," Roy whispered, not knowing what he said.

"Give me the light and wait a second--shh," said Warde.

Before Roy knew it Warde had re-entered the shack and was folding and
replacing the coat where he had found it. In a kind of daze Roy saw the
bright spot near the empty balsam couch, saw his companion's quick,
silent movements, saw the scouts lying asleep in the dim light. Then all
was darkness within and he saw no more.

"Did you feel in the pockets?" Roy asked as they betook themselves
through the darkness to a safe distance. He still whispered, though
there was no need of it now. He was nervous, agitated.

"No, I'm not in that line of business," said Warde.

"I guess he's Claude Darrell all right," said Roy. "What shall we do?
Try to find him? There's that voice again. Do you hear it? It's over
there--west."

"Not find him but _follow_ him," said Warde. "If we can."

"You stay here," said Roy; "give me the light, I'll track him." Roy was
master here and Warde could only accede.

"What are we going to do when we find him?" Roy asked.

"We're going to find out what _he's_ doing," Warde said.

Nimbly, as silently as a panther, Roy retraced his steps to the shack.
For a few minutes Warde stood alone, waiting, conscious of Roy's
experience and superiority in those more active arts of the scout. He
had not the slightest knowledge in which direction Blythe had gone and
his patrol leader was going to wrench this knowledge from the darkness.
Off in the distance the unearthly voice crooning and whining in the
night. The very air seemed charged with something impending.

Presently Warde saw two quick flashes of the light, then two more. He
was glad that he knew the Silver Fox patrol signs well enough to know
the meaning of that one. It signified "_Come._"

"He went in his bare feet," said Roy; "look there. See?"

[Illustration: SUDDENLY OUT OF THE DARKNESS SPED A FORM.]

Upon the soft ground was the imprint of a bare heel with the additional
imprint of a diagonal mark upon it. Perhaps Warde would not have
recognized this for a heel print, nor the faint suggestions of another
print two or three inches distant, for a toe print. But these were
easily recognizable by Roy and they indicated the direction also.

"I'm glad he didn't have his shoes on," he said. "Now we know he's got
some kind of a scar on his f