"It's nothing but a stump," Bob said after taking a long look.
"Stump, your eye."
Jack snatched the glass from his hand and looked again.
"It was moving when I looked before," he said as he handed them back to his brother.
"And it is now," Bob declared excitedly a moment later. "It's either a man or—or—"
"Or something else," Jack finished the sentence.
"It must be a man. No other animal would crawl along like that."
"But what's he trying to do?"
"Trying not to let us see him, I'd say."
"Of course, smarty, but what's he after?"