"Have you a glass with you, Colonel Sharpley?" asked Frank.
"Yes. Would you like to use it?"
"If you please."
It was a small spy-glass, not powerful, but serviceable. Frank adjusted it to his eye, and looked earnestly in a certain direction.
"What do you see?" asked his companion.
"Wait a minute. I am not certain. Yes, it is they."
"Who?" demanded Sharpley, impatiently.
"The Abercrombies. They are higher up than we, over there, but not very much out of our way. Shall we join them?" asked Frank, hopefully.
"Where are they? Let me see," said Sharpley, seizing the glass.
He thought Frank might be mistaken, but a glance through the glass satisfied him that he was right. There was Mr. Abercrombie, toiling up a steep ascent, with his son following, the latter assisted by the guide.