The boy's hands gripped the sides of the window.
Fascinated, he stared down upon an object almost within arm's reach of him.
There, leaning against the cabin wall, was what half a century or more ago had been a living man! Now it was a mere skeleton, a grotesque, terrible-looking object, its empty eye-sockets gleaming dully with the light from the window, its grinning mouth, distorted into ghostly life by the pallid mixture of light and gloom, turned full up at him! Rod fell back, trembling and white.
"I only saw one," he gasped, remembering Mukoki's excited estimate.
Wabi, who had regained his composure, laughed as he struck him two or three playful blows on the back.

Mukoki only grunted.
"You didn't look long enough, Rod!" he cried banteringly.

"He got on your nerves too quick.

I don't blame you, though.

By George, I'll bet the shivers went up Muky's back when he first saw 'em! I'm going in to open the door." Without trepidation the young Indian crawled through the window.