For answer the elongated scout leveled his arm, and pointed in a certain direction.
“See that tall, bushy tree, Thad?” he exclaimed; “well, turn your eyes up toward the top of the same and you’ll see what gave me a body blow.”
“I see it!” called out Bumpus, “and say, it looks like a man fastened up there! Oh! as sure as anything it moved then! It must be alive, fellows!”
“It is a man,” said Thad, decisively.
“But what on earth could he be doing away up there?” asked Allan, still straining his eyes to look.
Giraffe had a remarkable vision. He could often discern things that were next to invisible to his chums.
“He’s caught fast there, I tell you,” he remarked, eagerly, “and it’s a good thing for him he is, because if he fell to the ground he’d be killed.”
“How queer!” cried Bumpus, his eyes almost starting out of their sockets with the intensity of the interest he took in the affair; “whoever could have hung the poor fellow away up there in that tree top?”
Giraffe snorted in disdain.
“Nobody hung him there, silly!” he exclaimed. “He fell there, that’s all!”