Nothing stirred; and in the glare of the August sun every detail of the landscape was as distinct as those in a colored photograph; and as still.
In his excitement the scout was trembling.
"If he moves," he sighed happily, "I've got him!" Opposite, across a little valley was the hill at the base of which he had found the car.

The slope toward him was bare, but the top was crowned with a thick wood; and along its crest, as though establishing an ancient boundary, ran a stone wall, moss-covered and wrapped in poison-ivy.

In places, the branches of the trees, reaching out to the sun, overhung the wall and hid it in black shadows.

Jimmie divided the hill into sectors.

He began at the right, and slowly followed the wall.
With his eyes he took it apart, stone by stone.