CHAPTER XIX

The Midnight Prowler For a moment Ted Scott had difficulty in remembering where he was. Then it came to him. Something came to his ears at the same time, something like that which had roused him from slumber. A rustling, faint at first, but ever growing more distinct, until it resolved itself into the sound of some heavy body pushing itself through the brushwood. Presently it seemed to Ted that he could detect a padding as of feet steadily drawing nearer. The fire had died down until it was little more than a mass …