A moving shadow--a halt! A patch of moonlight lay ahead.

For an interval which to Philip seemed unending, there was no sound or movement, then a figure glided swiftly through the patch of moonlight and approached the camp.

It was a man in the garb of a motorcyclist.
Noiselessly Philip shifted his position.

The cyclist crept to the shelter of a tree and halted.
The moon now hung above the wood.

Its light, showering softly through the trees as the night wind swayed the branches, fell presently upon the camp and the face of the cyclist.
It was Themar.
Now as Philip watched, Themar crouched suddenly and fell to staring at the muffled figure by the camp fire.