His action, and the way he looked up at the tree-top and then at adjacent trees, held more of that significance which so interested Helen.
"I reckon he's stood there some five hundred years an' will stand through to-night," muttered Dale.
This pine was the monarch of that wide-spread group.
"Listen again," said Dale.
Bo was asleep.

And Helen, listening, at once caught low, distant roar.
"Wind.

It's goin' to storm," explained Dale.

"You'll hear somethin' worth while.

But don't be scared.