Then he crept into a low, soft place, full of ferns, and out of that he carefully felt his way into a big bush, where he knocked off his hat.

When he found his hat, which took him some time, he gradually worked himself out into a place where the woods were a little more open, and there he caught another glimpse of the sky just at the top of the ridge.

There was something dark against the sky, and Harry watched it for a long time.

At last, as it did not move at all, he came to the conclusion that it must be a bush, and he was entirely correct.

For an hour or two he quietly crept among the trees, hoping he would either find the thing that was moving or get back to the turkey-blind.