“Hi! what are you doing way in there?” I cried.
He did not reply, and I went after him. Suddenly he returned, and laying his hand on my shoulder, cautioned me to silence.
“What is it?” I whispered.
He shook his head to indicate he was not sure.
Then as silently as possible we picked our way through the bushes that lined the inlet. We passed on fully fifty feet, and then Ford stopped and pointed ahead.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look over to your left, Rube.”
“Beyond the blackberry bushes?”
“Yes.”