"There, didn't you see that flash then, Jack?" whispered Joel, eagerly, a short time later on.
"I certainly did," replied the other, between his set teeth.
"Don't you agree with me that there's some one hidden in that same big tree, and watching us through means of powerful glasses?" continued Joel.
"I must say it does look a good deal that way," he was assured.
"Well, what's the answer, Jack? Are we going to stand for such dirty business? Of course he can't exactly catch the signals from over there, unless he's got some way of accentuating his hearing. But he can see the work that's being repeated over and over again, and in that way learn what our play is. It's a burning shame, that's all I can say. I'd just like to take half a dozen fellows and capture that spy. We would duck him in the river, and make him sorry he ever took a notion to peek on us. I heard that Bushnell chap from Marshall was over one day some time ago."
"You can depend on it this spy isn't Horace Bushnell," Jack hastened to assure his companion. "I talked things over with him at the time, and found him a boy after my own heart, who despises trickery."
"But can't we do something about it to let him know he's discovered, and had better chase himself off?" pleaded Joel.
"I'm thinking of a way in which we might at least learn the truth," said the other, thoughtfully. "We've been going over to the little spring to the left for water. Once we get there it would be easy to slip around, for it happens there's plenty of good cover, I notice. In that way we could surprise the fellow, and catch him in the tree."
Joel showed considerable eagerness to try the plan of campaign.
"Let's be starting across for a drink, then, Jack," he urged, and accordingly they set forth.