“I cannot be certain; but—no—yes—I can be certain,” said Dale quickly. “I am sure he will not be waiting for us at the tent.”
His manner puzzled the lad, who looked at him curiously.
“Well?”
“What made you change so suddenly, sir? One minute you thought one way, the next minute you thought differently.”
“Because I had good reasons,” replied Dale. “Look!”
Saxe looked here and there, and in every direction but the one indicated by Dale’s nod.
“I don’t see anything, sir.”
“Try again, boy. There, on that stone, with his back to us.”
“A chamois!” cried Saxe eagerly.
“Chamois don’t smoke pipes, my lad,” said Dale laughingly.