I want to go and--" "Be a reception committee?
I will go, too." We crossed the corral and lay down together between the two inside fences.

Even the dim light of the cave had disordered our eyesight somewhat, but the focus straightway began to regulate itself and soon it was adjusted for present circumstances.

We had had to feel our way before, but we could make out to see the fence posts now.
We started a whispered conversation, but suddenly Clarence broke off and said: "What is that ?" "What is what ?" "That thing yonder." "What thing--where ?" "There beyond you a little piece--dark something--a dull shape of some kind--against the second fence." I gazed and he gazed.

I said: "Could it be a man, Clarence ?" "No, I think not.

If you notice, it looks a lit--why, it _is_ a man!--leaning on the fence." "I certainly believe it is; let us go and see." We crept along on our hands and knees until we were pretty close, and then looked up.