“Not looking right,” said Serge.
“I’ve looked right and left, and down that hollow too,” said Marcus.
“That’s what I say. You haven’t looked right up. Look up.”
“Up?” cried Marcus, who felt puzzled. “I do wish you would speak. There is nothing to see there but those crows circling slowly round and round.”
“That’s right,” grunted Serge; “you have seen what I mean.”
“What, the crows?”
Serge grunted, and Marcus stared.
“I don’t know a bit what you mean,” said Marcus, irritably. “Don’t, pray don’t, waste time.”
“I’m not wasting time. I say we’re on the right track, boy. Look at the crows.”
“What for?” cried Marcus, angrily.