I could see as plain as could be through the spy-glass that he picked up bits of the stone, and once he knelt down and I think he smelt the stones." "Smelt them!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, to find out about the gunpowder.

He has found it all out, I'm sure." "So am I," I said sadly, but without telling Bigley I meant something else.
"And then he went right down slowly just where the big rock slipped along, and down to the stream, and washed his hands and came home." "And did he speak to you about it ?" "No," replied Bigley.

"I expected him to say a lot.

I didn't mind, for I should have told him all about it, and I don't think he would have been very cross with me; but he didn't say a single word about it, though I saw him shake his fist several times when he was talking to himself, and soon after he set off to walk in to Barnstaple, and, as I told you, he hasn't got back." Just then there was the clattering of hoofs, and I looked up and saw my father coming down the zigzag road.
"I must go now," I said.

"Don't think me unkind, Big, old chap.