On the end of the log were two stones, one flat and the other round and smooth, and after a moment's inspection of these he dropped an exclamation which was unusual for him, and which he used only in those rare intervals when all other language seemed to fail him.
"Bad dog man--mak' bullet--here!" he called, holding out the stones.
"See--gold--gold!" The boys hurried to his side.
"See--gold!" he repeated excitedly.
In the center of the flat stone there was a gleaming yellow film.

A single glance told the story.

With the round stone for a hammer the mad hunter had pounded his golden bullets into shape upon the flat stone! There was no longer a doubt in their minds; they were in the madman's camp.

That morning they had left this strange creature of the wilderness fifty miles away.

But how far away was he now?
The fire slumbering under its covering of ash and earth proved that he meant to return--and soon.