“Oh! it will be seen, all right,” remarked Giraffe.
“Sure thing,” put in Step Hen, as though he felt it his duty to give his opinion with the rest, just to show that he grasped the situation; “because those things make a fierce flare-up.”
“But you ought to use it, all the same, Thad,” remarked Allan. “If the men notice it at all, the chances are ten to one they’ll think it was only some little lightning. Since that storm anything goes, you know.”
“Little lightning it is, then,” returned the scoutmaster.
“The rest of us had better hold ourselves ready to shoot, if the beast jumps this way instead of the other,” Allan suggested.
“You bet we will,” said Giraffe.
“Every time,” whispered Step Hen, gently lowering Thad’s gun to the ground, so he could handle his own better.
Now, Thad knew how both of them were apt to be impulsive, and he thought it best to warn them against precipitate action.
“Careful, boys. The chances are, you won’t have to shoot. Use good judgment, and don’t spoil things. Keep your eyes on that spot. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” said Allan.