"A mystery!" I cried. "What is it?"
"Have patience, and I will reveal to you a secret known only to myself and to the Naya; the secret that I told you must be preserved."
"But you say it is buried beneath these waters!" I exclaimed, puzzled. "How will you reveal it?"
"Watch closely, so that if occasion arises you will remember how to exactly imitate my movements," he answered, and when we had tethered our horses, he led me away from the edge of the lake up the hill-side some distance to where a number of points of moss-grown rock cropped up out of the turf.
After searching among them for some minutes he suddenly stopped before one that rose from the ground about three feet and was perhaps ten yards in circumference, examining it carefully, at last giving vent to an ejaculation of satisfaction.
"You see this rock, Scars!" he cried. "Does anything about it appear to you remarkable?"
I bent, and feeling it with both my hands, carefully examined its side, top and base.
"No," I answered, laughing. "As far as I can detect it is the same as the others."
"You would never guess anything hidden there?" he asked, smiling.
"No."