Then he started broad awake to find himself
staring at a silhouetted man leaning over him.
With a gesture of caution, the stranger motioned him to arise. Bob
obeyed mechanically. The man bent toward him.
"Put on your pants and sweater and come along," he whispered guardedly.
Bob peered at him through the moonlight and recognized, vaguely, the man
who had been so mysteriously pursuing them all day. He drew back.
"For the Lord's sake do what I tell you!" whispered the man. "Here!"
His hand sought the shadow of his side, and instantly gleamed with a
weapon. Bob started back; but the man was holding the revolver's butt to
him.
"Now come on!" besought the stranger with a strange note of pleading.
"Don't wake your pardner!"
Yielding, with a pleasant thrill, to the adventure of the situation, and
it must be confessed, to a strong curiosity, Bob hastily assumed his
outer clothing. Then, with the muzzle of the revolver, he motioned the
stranger to proceed.
Stepping cautiously they gained the open forest beyond the screen of
brush. Here the man led the way more rapidly. Bob followed close at his
heels.
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