At any rate, she was still looking that way, which was something.
Like the boy he was, he lay down on his stomach, balanced the telescope across a splintered notch in the rock so that he could steady it with one hand, and with the other he tilted the mirror; inadvertently tilted the telescope also, and came near smashing the mirror before he got the two balanced again.

Well, she was still looking, at any rate.

And now she was frowning a little, as though she was puzzled.
He signalled again, and this time he managed to keep her in the field of the telescope.

He saw her smile suddenly and glance down at her vanity mirror.

Still smiling, she lifted it and turned it to the sun, looking from it to the peak.
"She's on! I'll be John Browned if she ain't on to it already!" Jack chortled to the birds, and sent her a signal.