The scouts on the larger boat passed the glass from one to another, though most of them could distinguish the boy without it.
“His hair is as red as a brick, isn’t it?” said Mr. Ellsworth.
“That’s him, all right,” said Tom, ungrammatically, from the other boat.
They were almost abreast of the spot when the two boys disappeared in the woods. Roy had meant to hail them and perhaps would still have done so but for the fact that the freckled scout presently reappeared alone climbing up the precipitous slope.
“You don’t suppose he’s going to try to climb that, do you?” Mr. Ellsworth queried as he watched.
“Looks that way,” said Connie.
“Wonder where the other fellow is.”
The other scout did not appear, and they watched the agile form as it scrambled up the almost sheer face of the mountain. The sunlight was falling upon the dull face of rock and touching the sparse vegetation with its bright glow, and they recognized the boy clearly now, even to his red hair which shone when it caught the rays of the sun.
“Well—that’s—some stunt!” exclaimed Garry, in amazement. “Do you suppose their camp is up there?”
“They ought to call themselves the Eagles, if it is,” said Roy.