His poor little thin figure and skinny legs were very noticeable then.

But he picked up nothing, only kneeled there, apparently in a state of great excitement and elation.
Presently, he started away, looked back, as if he was afraid his discovery would take advantage of his absence to steal away.

Again he started, hurrying around the edge of the cooking shack and to the little avenue of patrol cabins beyond.

As he hurried along, the big brass compass flopped about and sometimes banged against his belt buckle, making quite a noise.

Several boys laughed as he passed them, trotting along as if possessed by a vision.