“See anything of her?” he asked, finally, unable to hold out longer.
“Take a chance, and see for yourself,” was the reply, as the glasses were thrust into his hands; and there was a note of satisfaction in Frank’s voice that gave the other a thrill.
He quickly held the ends of the twin tubes to his eyes, and ten seconds later Frank heard him chuckle, as though greatly pleased.
“She’s there, Frank, sure as you’re born!” Lanky ejaculated.
“Softly, now, old fellow,” warned Frank.
“You saw her; of course you did, Frank?” continued the tall boy, quivering with delight. “She’s eating beside that girl we met—Mena, the queen called her. There, the old woman is scolding her, Frank! I can see her shaking a finger at the child, and I believe the little thing’s crying, too.”
“What happened?” asked Frank.
“The old queen leaned over and slapped the little thing twice right on her ear. She’s pointin’ up at the wagon right now; and, yes, siree, the girl climbs in, as if she was afraid to stay outside any longer. Frank, that settles it; doesn’t it? The girl is there, we know that now; don’t we?”
For answer Frank clutched his chum’s groping hand, and squeezed it.
“And we keep right along in the game, waitin’ to hear from Mr. Elverson; don’t we, Frank?”