A faint sound, not much more than the fall of a dying leaf, came to his ears and he knew at once that it was not a natural noise of the forest.

He held up his hand and stopped, and Paul, who trusted him implicitly, stopped also.

Henry listened intently with ears that heard everything, and the sound came to him again.

It was a footfall.

A human being, besides themselves, was near in the forest! "Come, Paul," he said, and he began to creep toward the sound, the two darting from tree to tree, and making no noise among the fallen leaves, as they brushed past, with their soft moccasins.