“There; see that gray and white thing?”
“I can't see him.”
For five minutes Rolf tried in vain to make his friend see that statuesque form; for five minutes it never moved. Then, sensing danger, the buck gave a bound and was lost to view.
It was disheartening. Rolf sat down, nearly disgusted; then one of Sylvanne's remarks came to him: “It don't prove any one a fool, coz he can't play your game.”
Presently Rolf said, “Van, hev ye a book with ye?”
“Yes, I have my Virgil.”
“Read me the first page.”
Van read it, holding the book six inches from his nose.
“Let's see ye read this page there,” and Rolf held it up four feet away.
“I can't; it's nothing but a dim white spot.”