"John Ball!" What seemed to him to be the only truth swept upon him like a flood, and for a score of seconds, in every one of which he could hear his heart thumping excitedly, he stood like one stunned.
John Ball! John Ball returned to life to find their gold for them, to tell them of the tragedy and mystery of those days long dead and gone! Like powder touched by a spark of fire his imagination leaped at Wabi's thrilling suggestion.
Mukoki set to work.
"Hide!" he exclaimed.

"Hide thees--thees--thees!" He pointed about him at all the things in camp.
Both of the boys understood.
"He must see no signs of our presence from the top of the fall!" cried Wabi, gathering an armful of camp utensils.

"Hide them back among the cedars!" Mukoki hurried to the cedar bough shelter and began tearing it down.
For five minutes the adventurers worked on the run.

Once during that time they heard the madman's wailing cry, and hardly had they finished and concealed themselves in the gloom of the old cabin when it came again, this time from not more than a rifle-shot's distance beyond the cataract.

It was not a scream that now fell from the mad hunter's lips, but a low wail and in it there was something that drove the old horror from the three wildly beating hearts and filled them with a measureless, nameless pity.