CHAPTER XIV.
A PEAL OF GIRLISH LAUGHTER.
In vain did Winn gaze in every direction, up and down the river, across its darkening waters, and into the shadowy thicket behind him.

There were no objects in sight, save those with which he was already only too familiar.

Again he began to doubt the evidence of his senses, and wonder if his mind had not become somewhat unsettled by his misfortunes.

But no, there was the ringing peal of laughter again.

This time it was accompanied by a strange chattering sound such as he had never heard before.