But just as quickly he was up on all-fours and began to whirl with hoarse, savage bawls of agony and fury.

His action quickly carried him out of the moonlight into the shadow, where he disappeared.
There the bawls gave place to gnashing snarls, and crashings in the brush, and snapping of branches, as he made his way into the forest.
"Sure he's mad," said Dale, rising to his feet.

"An' I reckon hard hit.
But I won't follow him to-night." Both the girls got up, and Helen found she was shaky on her feet and very cold.
"Oh-h, wasn't--it--won-wonder-ful!" cried Bo.
"Are you scared?
Your teeth are chatterin'," queried Dale.
"I'm--cold." "Well, it sure is cold, all right," he responded.

"Now the fun's over, you'll feel it....

Nell, you're froze, too ?" Helen nodded.