The night was so dark that he could make nothing out
of the shadows about him, being obliged therefore to trust entirely to
his sense of hearing.
Now he was certain that some one was in camp who had no business
there, for the sound of footsteps was plainly borne to his
ears--cautious, catlike steps, as if the intruder were seeking to get
away without attracting attention.
The Professor, determined to capture the intruder, getting down on all
fours to avoid possible detection, made a wide detour so as to come up
behind where the fellow seemed to be at that moment. After much labor
he managed to reach the desired position.
The Professor straightened up to listen. He must be close upon the
other by this time. But what was his chagrin to hear those same
footsteps on the opposite side of the camp. Professor Zepplin by much
effort had just come from the other side himself.
"Stupid!" he muttered. "I'll take no roundabout way this time. I'll
go straight ahead and be as quiet about it as I can."
He did so. He moved straight across the camp ground, not forgetting
the saddle which he carefully avoided, but narrowly missing falling
over it a second time.
By the time he had crossed to his former position, the intruder had
done likewise. Professor Zepplin dodged behind a tree.
By this time the scientist was beginning to feel a little worried.
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