Grant, much excited now, crowded up close beside George. Together they peered out across the swamp.
“See that dead log lying on the beach down there?” inquired George.
“Yes.”
“Do you see anything the other side of it?”
“No.”
“Not a thing?”
“I don’t see anything but the old dead limb of a tree sticking up.”
“That’s not a dead limb, Grant.”
“Sure enough,” cried Grant excitedly. “Say,” he exclaimed, “I saw that thing before but I thought it was a stick.”
“It’s not though,” said George triumphantly. “It’s a heron and Fred and I accept your apology for all you’ve thought about us.”