"I can't tell what it is, though," replied Ansel in broken English.
"It might be a bear," surmised Billy.
"More than one bear, then," claimed the Austrian, "for I just saw two of the kind between the bushes."
"Your eyes are the better," conceded the boy; "there are two, one with a big hump on its back. I wish we could get over there."
Ansel shook his head. "You can't cross there on foot. Too deep."
"We can chase back and get the glasses anyhow."
Billy was already on the way for the means of satisfying his curiosity.
When the boy had secured the glasses and was hastening by the group around the little stove, Roque hailed him.
"What are you up to now?"
"Just going to take a pike at some mountain freak on the other side of the gully."