All four trod stealthily.

Prescott, in advance, went straight to the bushes that surrounded the brush hut.

Still in the lead, Dick, found the doorway, screened by a tattered blanket, pushed it aside and peered in.
On the floor of earth lay the Man with the Haunting Face.

He was so still that at first Dick thought him dead.

Dick motioned to the others to come forward.
"Humph!" grunted the Overseer of the Poor.