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Tiny and Boat Face showed no surprise - they seemed to comprehend fully what she meant.
Patricia pocketed several extra ammunition clips for her automatic rifle. Then she opened the door and
stepped swiftly outside.

Tiny watched her go with evident concern. Boat Face's aboriginal features were inscrutable.

Sunlight still penetrated to the clearing Immediately adjacent to the cabin. Gloom lurked in the tangle of
rocks and brush beyond. Walking away from the cabin was like leaving a lantern and going into the
night.

Patricia walked warily, rifle alert. She kept fingers on safety and trigger. Her ears strained to catch the
next outburst of the unearthly cries.

Off to her right, the noise arose. It was low, sinister; a horrible bleating. It persisted only a moment, then
whimpered itself into nothingness.

Patricia shivered. She tripped the rifle safety. This time the cry had not sounded so human. Indeed, it
seemed to have taken on a repulsive, animallike quality.

The sound had come from inland. From, perhaps, a hundred yards away - maybe more! The girl could
not tell.

She went toward the noise, her pretty face so set it was almost a mask. When she was near the spot
from which the sound had seemed to come, she searched for tracks. The terrain was not the sort to show
a trail; it was too rocky.

Patricia heard the cries again. They now wailed from a little farther on. She advanced - again she found
nothing.

A bit later, the sounds came once more. They had moved on ahead. Patricia shuddered. It seemed the
eerie crying thing was trying to decoy her away.

Patricia suddenly gave it up as a bad job. She went back toward the cabin, steps hurried, eyes roving
uneasily.

She was baffled, and more than a little terrified, and drew a sigh of relief when the cabin came in sight.

"Tiny! Boat Face!" she called. "It's me!"

She did not want the sullen Boat Face or the competent Tiny taking a shot at her by mistake.

Patricia reached the cabin and shoved the door open. She went in - and jerked to a stop. Her pretty
features became blankly startled.

The cabin interior looked as if the proverbial cyclone had hit it.

Patricia's eyes wandered. Then she saw something which caused her to cry out shrilly in horror.

Tiny and Boat Face were brown, unmoving forms on the floor!