"
Harry just sniffed, but didn't say anything, and we started up again. There
were lots of big hubbles, kind of valleys in the mountain, and most of them
were rocky. I guess in the daytime it would be easy enough to keep the
trail in those places, but at night, we had some job.
In one of those places we heard a sound as if some one was moving and we an
stopped short and looked around. Pretty soon Dorry whispered for me to
look, and he pointed to a dark thing kind of sneaking away.
Harry called, "Who's there?"
There wasn't any answer and the man, or whatever it was, was gone. It was
so dark we couldn't see which way he had gone.
Harry said, "That's funny; this is a queer place to meet anybody."
Will Dawson said, "I guess it was just a tramp."
"Or a leopard," Tom Warner said.
"Or maybe a _what-is-it_," Charlie Seabury chimed in.
Anyway, we didn't want to run any risk of losing the trail, so we didn't
bother about him, but kept on up the mountain.
The higher we got, the worse it was. There was what we call mongrel forest,
tall trees and thick brush underneath. But it was straight going now,
without any up and down places.
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