"One of us will go on.

Animals can't count.

Seeing one of us moving, he may show himself to the other, who remains hidden." "Good.

I will go on;" and at once Compton, taking the more dangerous post, advanced slowly, leaving Venning standing against a tree.
A few moments later the watcher saw a dark form flitting through the branches high up, without, however, offering a ghost of a mark, and there was nothing left for him but to follow Compton and explain.
"And I suppose it's watching us now ?" said the latter, gloomily.
"Any good to climb up a tree ?" "I should think not.

Why, it's at home up there.