After a little while we came near enough to see that the light was in a funny kind of a tent, I suppose you’d call it. It was up against the side of the chasm—it was slanting from the side of the chasm to the ground. We stopped about two or three hundred feet away from it. As near as I could make out the cloth was fixed to the side of the chasm and went down over a couple of poles. It was like a lean-to shelter only there was so much canvas it went right down to the ground. A lean-to hasn’t got any sides but this had sides and you couldn’t see inside it. All we could see was a bright spot on the canvas where the light was inside.
ALL WE COULD SEE WAS A BRIGHT SPOT ON THE CANVAS.
“They’re not Scouts anyway,” I said.
“What’s that on top of the thing?” Pee-wee whispered to me.
Honest, I couldn’t make out that crazy tent at all. We went a little closer and stopped short when I stepped on a twig. Gee williger, that twig sounded like a cannon when it broke, it was so dark and quiet all around.
“Shall we go on our hands and knees?” Pee-wee asked in my ear.
“No, just stand here a minute and don’t move your feet,” I said. “There are all dried leaves and brittle twigs under us. If I start to run you do the same.”
“And I won’t sneeze either, hey?” the kid said.
“You stay where you are,” I told him.