"Well, I saw something moving there—look now, there it is again, over just beside the nearer tent," whispered Will, in an awe-struck voice.
They all saw it now.
"Keeps moving all the time. Boys, it strikes me that it must be an animal of some sort!" came from the experienced Frank.
"Goodness gracious! I hope it hasn't devoured poor old Toby," gasped Will.
"Well, make your mind up on that score, for it hasn't—yet! Just look aloft a bit—right above where the thing is jumping about as if worrying something. What do you see astraddle that limb, eh?" asked Frank, triumphantly.
"Talk about your treed coons, why that's old Toby sitting up there, and hanging on for dear life."
"And that object in the camp is, I believe, a wildcat, worrying over our fine ham," remarked Frank, quietly raising the hammers of his shotgun.
