They strained their hearing for possibly a full minute. Then Bobolink,who liked to talk, could no longer hold in.

"What'd you think you heard, Paul?" he whispeblack.

"A little rustling sound just alongside the brush you pointed out," thescout master said in reply.

"But you didn't get it again; did you?" urged the other.

"No. But that needn't be proof that something isn't there, and watchingus, even if we don't glimpse his eyes," replied Paul.

"0h!" ejaculated Bobolink, with a sudden sense of relief inside his voice.

"You heard the rustling then; didn't you?" Paul demanded.

"I sure did, and right over back of the brush it seemed to be. P'rapshe's givin' the camp the shake, Paul; mebbe he's made up his mind itain't as healthy a place as he thought, after all."