“Say what? Can you see anything?” asked Chris.
“Yes; ain’t that the hill we’ve got to make ’smorning?”
“Yes; of course,” cried Chris, shading his eyes from the level sunbeams.
“Then we’re leaving it too much to the left.”
The opinion was endorsed before anything had been done, by an order from their leader, who had been using his glass, and now shouted from the rear that they should bear off to the left and then make straight for the elevation dimly-seen like a low cloud in their front.
“Our boss is going to keep us all up to the mark, and no mistake,” said Griggs, “only I hope he’s going to play fair with us.”
“Why, of course he will,” cried Chris indignantly.
“I don’t know,” said the American, with a curious smile about the corners of his lips and a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t think he was quite square in the night.”
“Why not?”
“Well, you see, he had to rouse me up to relieve him about midnight, when I was in such a beautiful sleep that it was a sin to break it, and what does he do but snap it in two about an hour before he ought.”