If ye entertain any doubt, I'll prove it.

Let me have your torch." Taking it from the lad's trembling hand, he walked to the figure, stooped down, and, taking it by the shoulder, turned it over upon its back.

The result was rather startling even to such a brave man as Mickey.

It was not a dead man which the two looked down upon, but practically a skeleton--the remains of an individual, who, perhaps, had been dead for years.

Some strange property of the air had dessicated the flesh, leaving the face bare and staring, while the garments seemed scarcely the worse for their long exposure.
Another noticeable feature was the fact that the clothing of the remains showed that not only was he a white man, but also that he was not a hunter or frontier character, such as were about the only ones found in that section of the country.