“Look here, gentlemen,” said Griggs, “I’m Amurrican, and I speak with a slow sort of drawl which comes nat’ral to me. You don’t give me time. I’ve got a lot more to say about that lookout and the glass, only—snip-snap, you cut my speech right in two.”
“I’m very sorry, Griggs,” cried Wilton. “Did you use the glass up there?”
“Up there, and several other places too. That’s why I asked the doctor here to let me carry it.”
“Well, and what did you see?” cried Wilton.
“Nothing, till we got to that highest part.”
“And then?”
“Why then, right away south where the salt plains seemed to come to an end—”
“Ah!” cried the doctor.
“I could see just a line of faint clouds or shadows.”
“Yes, clouds,” said Wilton—“shadows.”