Then suddenly he crouched behind a bush and pulled De Catinat down beside him.
"They must pass us in a few minutes," he whispered.

"Do not fire if you can help it." Something gleamed in Du Lhut's hand, and his comrade, glancing down, saw that he had drawn a keen little tomahawk from his belt.

Again the mad wild thrill ran through the soldier's blood, as he peered through the tangled branches and waited for whatever might come out of the dim silent aisles of tree-boles.
And suddenly he saw something move.

It flitted like a shadow from one trunk to the other so swiftly that De Catinat could not have told whether it were beast or human.

And then again he saw it, and yet again, sometimes one shadow, sometimes two shadows, silent, furtive, like the _loup-garou_ with which his nurse had scared him in his childhood.