AshudderranoverJoe\'sframe。Fascinated,hewatchedtheguard。TheIndianutteredalowgasp;hiseyesstartedandglaredwildly;heroseveryslowlytohisfullheightandstoodwaiting,listening。Thedarkhandwhichheldthetomahawktrembledsothatlittleglintsofmoonlightglancedfromthebrightsteel。
Fromfarbackintheforest—deepscamethatsamelowmoaning:
\"Um—m—mm—woo—o—o—o！\"
Itrosefromafaintmurmurandswelledtoadeepmoan,softbutclear,andendedinawaillikethatofalostsoul。
Thebreakitmadeinthatdeadsilencewasawful。Joe\'sbloodseemedtohavecurdledandfrozen;acoldsweatoozedfromhisskin,anditwasasifaclammyhandclutchedathisheart。Hetriedtopersuadehimselfthatthefeardisplayedbythesavagewasonlysuperstition,andthatthatmoanwasbutthesighofthenightwind。