I turned, and another shudder went through me. Drorathusa was standing very near that spot from which that rustling sound must have come. "What is in there?" I asked, pointing. Milton Rhodes whirled to the direction that I indicated. "In where?" "In those ferns, behind Drorathusa. I heard something in there, something that was moving." "When?" "Some few moments ago, just before you called to me." A wan smile flitted across the face of Milton Rhodes. "That was Drorathusa herself moving through that thick tangle of flowers." "But I tell you, Milton, that it was moving _towards me_!" "It was Drorathusa," said Rhodes. "You only thought that the sound was moving toward you, away from us. No, Bill; it was Drorathusa. There was no other sound. To that I can swear." So my imagination had tricked me. And yet how could I be sure that it had? For, in such a moment, with such a sight before him, Rhodes himself might have been the one deceived. In that case, any instant might see Death come leaping into our very midst. "Who gave that scream?" I asked. "One of the girls, when we broke out of the ferns and she saw _that_. Nandradelphis, I believe." This turned me again to that monster and its victim. No wonder that that piercing scream had broken from the girl! The spot into which we had stepped was, for a distance of perhaps one hundred and fifty feet, almost free from undergrowth. Tall trees, looking very much at a first glance like Douglas firs, rose up all around, but there were other growths; there were twisted trunks and branches that had a gnarled and savage aspect; the light was pearly, misty; all made a fitting setting truly for that which we saw there in the midst of it. For, sixty feet or so distant, still, white and lifeless, naked save for a skin (spotted something like a leopard's) about the waist, the toes two or three feet from the ground, hung the body of a man. That itself was shocking enough, but what we saw up above--how I shudder, even at this late date, as that picture rises before me! It was a nightmare-shape, of mottled green and brown, with splotches of something whitish, bluish. There were splotches, too, upon some of the leaves and upon the ground beneath. It was like blood, that whitish, bluish stuff, and, indeed, that is what it was. In the midst of that shape, were two great eyes, but they never moved, were fixed and glassy. One of the higher branches had been broken, though not clean through, and, wound around this branch, the end of which had fallen upon that on which the monster rested, were what I at first took to be enormous serpents. They were, in fact, tentacula. There was a third tentacle; it hung straight down. And it was from this, a coil around the neck and two around the left arm, that the body of the unfortunate man hung, white and lifeless, like a victim of the hangman's noose. "A tree-octopus!" I cried.