Narkom--"when you come
to think of it, why shouldn't it have grown up already? There's been time
enough since the man Wynne's disappearance to cover up all those singed
ends in a new growth. Can't be that it's done on _purpose_, and yet--why
is it still here?"
"Perhaps some sign or something," suggested Mr. Narkom.
"Possibly, something of the sort. And if we have signs then there must
be something human behind all this talk of supernatural agents,"
returned Cleek. "Let us take it that this patch of charred grass _hides_
something, or marks the way to something, something buried underneath it,
or lying near by. Eh--what's that?"
"That" was a cat-call ringing out across the misty silences from the
direction in which Dollops and Petrie had gone.
"They've found something!" cried out Mr. Narkom, in a hoarse whisper of
excitement.
"Obviously. Well, this other thing will wait. We'll go after them."
The two of them hastened off in the direction of the repeated cat-call,
and soon came upon Dollops bending over something, his eyes rather
scared, just as Hammond arrived from the other direction in answer to the
summons.
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