“Yes,” groaned his disappointed comrade.
The point of light seemed suddenly to lift in the air. It divided into whirling darts of flame, and then into a cascade of sparks. Then there was a black blank where the radiance had shown.
“Don’t you see?” cried Bob, in a dismayed tone.
“See what?”
“It wasn’t a lamp. It was a campfire. Some one probably stopping to cook a bite. He kicked out the fire and went on.”
“It looks that way,” assented Ben slowly.
“Yell at the top of your voice,” directed Bob, seizing Ben’s arm to enforce his suggestion.
They united their voices in a series of ringing shouts and yells. The silent wilderness about them rang with the vivid echoes. For the space of two minutes they bent their ears in anxious, eager suspense.
“You see, we are too far away to be heard,” said Ben.
“I’m afraid so,” replied Bob, in deep disappointment.