"But you couldn't recognize him?" asked Paul.
"It was pretty far, and there's a sort of haze around us just now. Sometimes I thought I knew
him, and then I made up my mind I didn't," came the reply.
"Is he still there, Jack?"
"Yes, but don't look up," said his chum, quickly. "We are in too plain sight here. I thought perhaps you might step into the tent and get our field glasses. Then we could slip away, and take a good look on the sly. How's that suit you?"
"All right. Meet me at the place where you saw him. Where was that, Jack?"
"See that bunch of hemlocks over yonder? I happened to be partly sheltered back of that when I looked up. I'll wait for you there," and Jack moved off.
Two minutes later Paul joined him. He had the field glasses tucked under his khaki coat, not wishing to attract the attention of the others, lest they might express a wish to trail along, and so spoil things.
"Now, tell me where to look," he observed, as he suited the glasses to his eyes, knowing just how far they should be opened to give the best results.
Jack pointed carefully upward.