“But really there seems to be nothing, Joses.”
“And he calls his—eyes,” growled the frontier man. “Why, I could polish up a couple o’ pebbles out of the nearest river and make ’em see as well as you do, Master Bart.”
“Nonsense!” cried the latter. “I’m straining hard over the plain. Which way am I to look?”
“Ah, I’m not going to tell you.”
“But we are losing time,” cried Bart. “Is there any danger?”
“Yes, lots.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“But can you see immediate danger?” cried Bart impatiently.
“Yes; see it as plain as plain.”