“The setting sun?” Jack chuckled. “Reflected on a rock?”
“It was a flash of sunlight all right. But I’m sure it was a signal.”
The grins had faded from the faces of the other two Scouts. By this time, Mr. Livingston, and Willie also had joined the group.
“What’s that about a signal, War?” the Scout leader asked soberly.
“I’ve been trying to tell these two know-it-alls! It was as if someone were flashing a mirror. The signals came like dots and dashes. Only I don’t think it was in Morse code.”
“Sure you didn’t imagine it, War? We’ve had a pretty exhausting day—”
“I saw those signals, Mr. Livingston,” War insisted. “They came from the trail below us. Come and I’ll show you.”
He led them along the trail to an open space through which they could obtain a view of the valley and the deep gorges below.
“I was standing right here when a flash of light hit me squarely in the face. It was as if someone had done it deliberately!”
Ken carefully adjusted his powerful field glass to study the terrain below.