"T-t-tain't so," stoutly declared Toby. "I s-s-saw the eyes, and believed
I c-c-could make out all the rest. G-g-go on, Max; what's next?"
"Are you sitting in the same place?" asked the other, quietly.
"I am," replied Toby.
"Now point exactly to the spot where, as you say, you saw the staring eyes," Max went on.
"T-t-that's easy done. S-s-see where that bunch of wintergreen p-p-pokes up l-like the tuft of an Injun's war bonnet—r-r-right there it was, Max."
"All right," remarked the other, quickly. "Now, the rest of you just hold your horses a bit and give me a chance to look around."
"You bet we will," declared Bandy-legs.
"If anybody can find out the facts, Max will," asserted Steve.
The four boys watched with considerable interest to see what Max would do. They had the greatest confidence in this chum, whose knowledge of things pertaining to the woods far exceeded that of any other member of the club.
First of all Max stepped to the fire, and they could see that he was looking it over carefully.