he could judge, less than a hundred feet off.

His first supposition was that it was a fungus growth known in the
country as "foxfire," which gives out a phosphorescent glow in the
darkness; but after watching and studying it for a long time, he
was convinced it was something else.

"I'm going to find out," he decided; "it won't take me long, and
I ought to know all about it, for it may concern us."

Stealing forward, he was not a little astonished to find it a real
fire, sunken to a glowing ember, left by someone.

"It must be as Zitner said--the woods are full of Indians, and
some of them have camped there."

Not wishing to stumble over any of their bodies, he manoeuvred
until assured that whoever kindled the fire had left, when he kicked
aside the ashes.

The act caused a twist of flame to spring up and throw out a tiny
glare, which illumined several feet of surrounding space.

And then the astonished youth made the discovery that this was the
very spot where they had cooked their turkey hours before, and from
which they had fled in hot haste before the approach of the three
Iroquois.

He and his friends had travelled in a circle, and come back to
their starting point.