“What’s this all about?” Jack demanded.
“You’ll see,” Willie promised, leading the way down the trail.
The night was dark, with only a sliver of a moon to light the path. Though the Scouts had flashlights, they avoided using them.
The mountain mist swirled about them as they crept through a tunnel of trees to an outcropping of rock which gave an unobstructed view. Below, but invisible, lay the valley.
“Why did you fellows bring us here?” Jack demanded, as Willie and War paused. “What is there to see?”
“Wait,” War advised.
Even as he spoke, Mr. Livingston and Jack were startled to catch the flash of a light. It appeared to come from another rock almost level with them, jutting out from the mountain side.
The beam went on and off in a series of flashes.
“Code!” Jack muttered.
“It’s code, all right,” Willie agreed, “but not Morse. Nothing you can read.”