“It’s A-No. 1! But I don’t see the troop, do you?”
“Certainly, right over there.”
“Not! That’s a church! Let’s take a squint through that field glass, will you? Placing the telescope to his eye,” Gordon continued, suiting the action to the word, “our young hero now proceeded to gaze round the landscape, when suddenly—”
“The bully, who was standing near,” interrupted Harry, also suiting his action to the word, “gently took it from him.”
“Ha! I will be even with you yet!” said Gordon, dramatically.
“Kid, I think the best thing for us to do is to camp here for the night. If the moon comes out, we can see pretty nearly the whole section of country that I marked on the map—I mean we could see any smoke that rose. This is the very nearest mountain to the shore. We can overlook the low land immediately north and south. As for the west, that big chunk of earth is in the way, but they wouldn’t be to the west. If we have to go up Buck Mountain, we will. But to-night I think we’d better perch here, and when these folks about the country get through supper they’ll let their fires go out, and any smoke we see after that will be from a camp-fire. There’s no use going west of that ridge, is there?”
“What ridge?”
“Why, we’re in the Champlain Valley; this mountain happens to be standing almost alone, commanding north and south.”
“Is it standing in the bottom of the valley, Harry?”
“Yes.”