Neither had stirred, and wrapped in their blankets lying on the soft leaves, they were true pictures of forest comfort.

They were fine and loyal comrades, as good as anybody ever had, and he was glad they were so near, because he began to have a feeling now that something unusual was going to occur.

The shadows on the lake troubled him again, and he went back for another look.

He did not see them now, and that, too, troubled him.

It proved that they had been made by some moving object, and not by the boughs and bushes still there.
Robert examined the lake, his eyes following the line where the far bank met the water, but he saw no trace of anything moving, and his attention came back to the woods in which he stood.