“Absolutely. What are you trying to do, anyway?”
“About three feet this side of the other end; don’t you see something sticking out?”
Fred squinted one eye and peered upward critically.
“Don’t you see a thing?” demanded John eagerly.
“Maybe I do,” replied Fred. “Is something sticking out up there?”
“That’s just what I thought. What is it?”
“It looks like the end of a box.”
“Just what I thought myself,” exclaimed John triumphantly. “Let’s get it.”
“We can’t reach it from this end.”
“I know it. We’ll have to climb up on top of the hill.”