He called out.
Still there was no sound.
The boys slipped down the tree and picked up their clubs.
They crept up softly and peeped into the alders.
“There’s nothing there,” said One-Ear.
Bodo knew better.
He noticed a hump among the leaves.
He reached out his hand and touched it.
It was a little calf that had been hid there by its mother.
It scarcely moved as Bodo touched it.