"O, I think we shall find something to convince you! However, look here, and I'll explain."
While waiting for the wavering needle to settle in its place, the youth made a hasty diagram in a page of his notebook.
"Here we are on the edge of the timber. A is your first tree. B is the one where we are. Now if the bearings are correct, and I run two lines accordingly, the place where they meet will be the place for your corner stake; say at C."
"That looks cute; I like the shape of that!" said the old man, interested.
SETTING THE STAKES.
"If the distance was short,—feet instead of rods,—all the instruments we should want," said the young surveyor, with his peculiarly bright smile, "would be a foot measure and two strings."