The woods are still now." He turned at right angles with the trail, moved a few paces into the ferns and underbrush, and then stopped with his finger on his lips.

For an instant both remained motionless; then with his intent face bent forward and both arms extended, he began to sink slowly upon one knee and one side, inclining his body with a gentle, perfectly-graduated movement until his ear almost touched the ground.

Nellie watched his graceful figure breathlessly, until, like a bow unbent, he stood suddenly erect again, and beckoned to her without changing the direction of his face.
"What is it ?" she asked eagerly.
"All right; I have found it," he continued, moving forward without turning his head.
"But how?
What did you kneel for ?" He did not reply, but taking her hand in his continued to move slowly on through the underbrush, as if obeying some magnetic attraction.

"How did you find it ?" again asked the half-awed girl, her voice unconsciously falling to a whisper.

Still silent, Low kept his rigid face and forward tread for twenty yards further; then he stopped and released the girl's half-impatient hand.
"How did you find it ?" she repeated sharply.
"With my ears and nose," replied Low gravely.
"With your nose ?" "Yes; I smelt it." Still fresh with the memory of his picturesque attitude, the young man's reply seemed to involve something more irritating to her feelings than even that absurd anticlimax.