Then he would be lost in darkness again.

But he swung on unerringly, until he was almost in sight of the camp.

A little farther on a sentry paced up and down the picket-line that ran along the edge of the woods.

Hero travelled on toward him, the dry dead leaves rustling under his paws, and now and then a twig crackling with his weight.
The sentry paused and, listened, wondering what kind of an animal was coming toward him in the darkness.
"Halt! Who goes there ?" he called, sharply.

The moon, peeping out at that instant, seemed to magnify the size of the great creature in his path.