Since he had made a noise, it was obvious that he was very much occupied, and thought himself alone.

In a way, it was curious that he imagined there was nobody about; but although Driscoll had studied wood-craft, Drummond had, no doubt, inherited the ability to lurk unseen in the bush.

Thirlwell could picture the lad crouching in the gloom of the dark pines.
"After a piece," Drummond resumed, "I got his figure against the sky, and reckoned, because he looked short, he was wading in a pool.

Felt I had to see what he was looking for, but knew I couldn't get near him along the bank.

There are patches of gravel among the rocks, and the brush grows pretty thick where it gets the light at the edge of a wood." "Willows, for the most part; they're green, and soft, just now," Scott remarked.
"You can't crawl through green brush without making some noise.