CHAPTER X

The Red Demon In a few minutes Ted Scott was hovering somewhere above the place that had attracted his attention, but it was some time before his frantic search was successful. Then he caught sight once more of that ominous redness. It was more brilliant now. He descended as low as he dared toward the tops of the trees. Then he saw in a little clearing a cabin in flames. Some hunter’s or trapper’s cabin, he suspected, that had been occupied perhaps by a party of tourists. A cigarette, perhaps, carelessly tossed asi…