“Where then?” asked Step Hen.
“Er—on the ground,” replied the other, slowly and soberly.
“Is—do you think it’s Bumpus?” demanded Step Hen, also losing his color.
“I don’t know. There’s a little bush in the way, and I can’t see very well,” Giraffe added.
“But—does it move any, Giraffe?” the horrified Step Hen asked.
“Don’t seem to, one bit, all the time I’ve been keepin’ my eye on the same.”
“Oh! my stars.”
Step Hen could not command his voice to say more. He kept staring in a general direction ahead, as though he could see what attracted the notice of the chum who had the telescopic eyes.
But Thad was not so easily satisfied.
“Show me where you mean, Giraffe,” he said, grimly.