“Not yet.”
“Where was he when you saw him before?” demanded Grant.
“Down by that point. I don’t see him there now though.”
“Let me look,” pleaded Grant excitedly. “I haven’t seen him yet.”
“Look along the shore,” directed Fred, yielding his place to Grant. “He’s more likely to be there than any place else I think.”
As Grant searched the marsh George suddenly made a peculiar noise. It might have passed for a sob or a chuckle or he could have even been accused of choking.
“Stop that,” cried Fred fiercely, hitting George sharply in the ribs with his fist.
“What’s the matter with you two?” exclaimed Grant. He turned quickly around and eyed his two companions narrowly.
“I choked,” stammered George. “I couldn’t help it.”
“If you’ve been fooling me you’ll do worse than choke,” muttered Grant fiercely. “You two are acting very queerly it seems to me.”