Frank was about to reply, when Bob who was beside him, pointed with his rifle toward the gap between the two hills, from the top of one of which they earlier had seen the reindeer herd in the next valley.
“Look there, Frank,” he exclaimed excitedly. “What do you make of that?”
“Where? I don’t——Oh, yes; now I see. Something moving.”
“Sure is something moving,” Bob said.
Already the short twilight was beginning to lighten, as the sun after its dip to the edge of the northern horizon now swung higher.
“Bob.”
“What?”
“I believe that’s the reindeer herd.”
“From that valley over the hill? The reindeer we saw when we were up there on the hill top?”
“Yes, sir.”