If he had been standing, he might have suggested, not a little, the shape of an old-fashioned hour glass.

A brass compass dangled around his neck on a piece of twine as if, being so small, he was in danger of getting lost any minute.

His hair was black and very streaky, and his eyes had a strange brightness in them.
No one paid any attention to this little gnome of a boy, and he was a pathetic sight sitting there with his intense gaze, having just a touch of wildness in it, fixed upon the lake.

Doubtless if his scout regalia had fitted him properly he would not have seemed so pathetic, for it is not uncommon for a scout to want to be alone in the great companionable wilderness.
Suddenly, this little fellow's gaze was withdrawn from the lake and fell upon something which seemed to interest him right at his feet.

He slid down from the rock and examined it closely.