"'Tain't a human, is it ?" Sikes straightened up with a start, and stared blankly in the direction indicated.

Apparently he could perceive nothing clearly, for he reached back into the wagon-box, and drew forth a battered field-glass, quickly adjusting it to his eyes.

Stella's keener vision made out a black, indistinct figure moving against the yellow background of a far away sand-ridge, and she stood up, clinging to Moore's seat, to gain a better view.

Sikes got the object in focus.
"Nothin' doing," he announced.

"It's travellin' on four legs--a b'ar, likely, although I never afore heard of a b'ar being in yere." They settled down to the same monotony, mile after mile.