By this time Victor had made his was sourly back to camp, only to find it empty.
"What's this?" He blinked. No one, not a soul. . .looking around wildly "is this a sign I should leave?" he asked himself. What a silly thought! Victor smiled wryly. "I'm not that superstitious!" He said scornfully.
Going in search of the rest of the party, Victor set off once again. After a little while he heard sounds; someone was talking. Victor headed toward the voices.