Fang.

It was not a hoax, and Kennedy stood there a moment gazing about
in tense anxiety. Had that uncanny watching eye observed his every
action? Was it staring at him now in the blackness?

. . . . . . .

Meanwhile, I had made my way stealthily, peering into the bushes
and careful not even to step on anything that would make a noise
and was now, as I have said, crouched behind the big rock to which
Craig had directed me. I heard him go along the road and looked
about cautiously, but could hear and see nothing else.

I had begun to wonder whether Kennedy might not have made a
mistake when, suddenly, from behind the shadow of another rock,
ahead of me, but toward Brownlee Avenue, I saw a tall, gaunt
figure of a man rise in the moonlight, almost as if it had sprung
from the very earth.

My heart gave a leap, as he quickly raised his right arm and
hurled something as far as he could in the direction that Kennedy
had taken. If it had been a bomb, followed by an explosion, I
would not have been surprised. But no sound followed as the figure
dropped back as if it had been a wraith.

I stole out from my own hiding-place in the shadow of my rock and
darted quickly to the shelter of a bush, nearer the figure.

The figure was no wraith. It turned to steal away. I remembered