They camped that night on the slope of the hill, and till it was growing dark, the colonel busied himself with his glass, carefully, as it seemed to the boys, inspecting the forest in every direction, and ending by closing the telescope with a satisfied smile, which was not lost upon Cyril.
“He has found it,” he said to Perry, as soon as they were alone.
“Found what?”
“What he has come after.”
Perry looked at him wonderingly.
“You have found out?” he said.
“No, I wish I had; but didn’t you see how pleased he seemed when he came back to supper, and said that we should camp here for a few days?”
“Yes, I noticed that.”
“Well, doesn’t it mean that we have got to the spot at last that he was in search of?”
Perry shook his head.