"Especially when it is so far away that I can't smell anything but cold air." But Yim was right, for, after a while, his companions also smelled smoke, and a little later the yelping of their dogs was answered by shrill cries from within the timber.

Suddenly two tattered scarecrows of children emerged from the thick growth, stared for an instant, and then, with terrified expressions, darted back like frightened rabbits.
"The Arsenic kids!" cried Cabot, who had recognised them.

"Now I'll catch that scoundrel." As he spoke he sprang after the children, and was instantly lost to view in the low timber.
"Hold on!" shouted White.

"You'll run into an ambush." But Cabot, crashing through the undergrowth, failed to hear the warning, and with the loyalty of true friendship White started after him.

A minute later he overtook his impulsive comrade standing still and gazing irresolute at a canvas tent, black with age and smoke, and patched in many places.