Five minutes later Neil stopped on the edge of a wide bog.

The hounds were giving fierce tongue in the forest on their left and their nearness sent Nathaniel's hand to his pistol.
Neil saw the movement and laughed.
"Don't like the sound, eh ?" he said.

"We get used to it on Beaver Island.

They're just about at the place where they tore little Jim Schredder to pieces a few weeks back.

Schredder tried to kill one of the elders for stealing his wife while he was away on a night's fishing trip." He plunged to his knees in the bog.
"They caught him just before he reached the swamp," he flung back over his shoulder.