day he had fits, an' that night threw away his clothes an* run off, an' was never seen since."
"Don't!" shivered Lander. "I'll sleep in a tree if you keep on."
"Yes, that's enough," growled Phinny. "Lucky if they don't git in and bite the mules."
"If they try that they'll be lucky not to have their derned heads kicked off. We'll keep a fire an' stand watch. Fire won't skeer 'em if they're mad, but it'll give a light to shoot by."
It fell to Lander to stand the first watch and he was glad as he was too nervous to sleep. He patrolled back and forth for an hour, pausing only to replenish the small fire, and then sat down satisfied the night would pass without any intrusions.
Something whitish-gray, moving noiselessly so far as his ears were able to register, passed by him and toward the mules. For a second he believed it was imagination; then the mules set up a fearful braying and kicking, and thinking he glimpsed the furtive shape he discharged his rifle.
Phinny and Porker came to their feet and snatched up their weapons.
"What is it?" roared Porker.
