“Well, what is it, boy?”
“What made you say about it being awkward if some one were watching us?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The idea occurred to me. Why do you ask?”
“Because—perhaps it’s fancy—it always seems to me that some one is watching us.”
“What?”
“Those stones tumbling about our ears, and that glimpse I got of something going along the mountain; and then that night when some one came and made Gros cry out!”
“Oh, fancy, my lad—fancy,” cried Dale; but there was a quick nervous tone in his utterance, and he walked on now toward the mouth of the ravine in a hurried manner, which suggested that he was thinking deeply about Saxe’s words; and he was very silent all the way back to camp.