Two little clews are better than one big one if they match.
Go on now, beat it, and whatever you do don't call down or I'll murder you." Hardly a rustling of the branches Tom heard as the young scout ascended.
One silent leaf fluttered down and blew in his face.

That was all.

A minute, perhaps two minutes, elapsed.

Then Tom saw the agile form slowly descending the dark trunk.
"I'd make a good sneak thief, hey ?" Hervey whispered.
"You're a wonder on climbing," Tom said, with frank admiration.
"It's kind of like worsted, Slady," Hervey whispered, as he brushed the bark from his clothing.

"It's all woven in with other stuff but it feels like--sort of like worsted.