seemed to just melt away in thin air,” the other replied, with a vein of wonder in his voice.
“Then he is an old wizard after all, ain’t he?” remarked Billie, hearing this.
“That remains to be seen,” declared Donald. “Shall we go over there, and take a look around, Ad?”
“Sure he ain’t just hidin’ behind some rock?” asked Billie, grown cautious, it appeared, after his recent experiences.
“You can see for yourself that the whole face of the cliff looks open, and there isn’t an outlying stone that would shelter a cat, much less a fellow of his heft,” Donald told him; “how about it, Ad?”
“If you think it’s right, why let’s walk over, and make out to be interested in the formation of the wall of rock,” replied the other. “If he chances to pop out on us, then we can make him believe we’re geologists, and interested in the history of these old-time hills.”
“A good idea, sure it is!” admitted Billie, always wanting to put in his oar, and at the same time willing to give praise where it was due.
Donald no doubt thought the same, even if he only smiled, and nodded his head.
Having thus decided they stepped out from their place of concealment, and in an apparently careless manner walked toward the cliff that reared its head
far above, being fully a hundred feet from base to summit.