“Because I choked?” demanded George. “I don’t see what there is queer about that.”
“Will you swear you saw a heron here?” demanded Grant.
“I will,” exclaimed Fred. “I declare to you, Grant, there was one here. We saw him first down by that point where I showed you.”
“He’s not there now,” said Grant. “That much is sure.”
“He may have moved along you know. Just because he isn’t in that same spot doesn’t mean that he has left.”
“Well, I don’t see him anyway.”
“Let me look,” exclaimed George. “My eyes are better than yours.”
Grant exchanged places with George who now seemed to have recovered from his recent affliction; he scanned the nearby marsh eagerly and was quiet and serious now.
“Well?” demanded Grant after a moment had elapsed.
George turned and looked at the speaker. “Come here,” he whispered, crooking his finger mysteriously.