When the young man in the clear light of the moon crossed the Old Trail, a figure near the clump of trees, where he had sat with his two friends that day, dropped quietly behind a big rock, half hidden in the bushes.

As the giant crept toward the Lookout, this figure followed, showing but little less skill than the mountaineer himself.

Once a loose stone rattled slightly, and the big fellow turned his head; but the figure was lying behind a log that the other had just left.

When Young Matt finally reached the position as close to Ollie as he could go without certain discovery, the figure also came to a rest, not far away.
The moments passed very slowly now to the man crouching in the shadows.

Ollie looked at his watch.