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"Yes," replied Come-Back Stumper at length. "I've had a flash flashes, in fact! What's more," he added proudly, "I was after a couple of them just when you arrived." Everybody talked at once then.
They heard him well enough, but they did not understand quite what he meant, and his voice died into the distance oddly, far away already, almost on the other side of the fence. And as he spoke they noticed another change in the world about them. Three of the party noticed it the males, Uncle Felix, Tim, and Come-Back Stumper.
Stumper, faithful to his scouting passion, disappeared into all kinds of undesirable places no one else would have dreamed of looking in, yet invariably came back; and while Uncle Felix tried a little of everything and found "copy" in a puddle or a dandelion, Weeden carried his empty sack without a murmur, knowing it would be filled with truffles at the end.
"Beautiful!" agreed Stumper, as they emptied their arms at his feet in wild profusion; "and enough for everybody too!" Stumper also said the thing they had just said. Uncle Felix watched him move forward, where Maria was already using the heaped-up greenery as a cushion for her back, and pick something off the stem of a giant bulrush. "But that's what I like best," he exclaimed.
The earth's a globe and circle, so everything leads to the same place in the end." "Yes," said Stumper; "thank you" as though he knew it already, but felt that it was neatly put. "Follow up your flash," added the Tramp. "Smell then follow. That is keep on looking." Stumper turned, pirouetting on what the children called his "living leg."
But it was the Tramp who supplied the significant words they had all been waiting for, Stumper himself more eagerly than any one else. "To look," he remarked quite naturally. Stumper might have just won a great world-victory, judging by the expression that danced upon his face. He dropped all pretence at further concealment.
Maria, seated comfortably on the lower rail, watched their efforts and listened to the bursts of laughing voices that came up-stream then, with a leisurely movement, took the flower from her own button-hole and handed it to Stumper. The eyes rolled upwards with the flower solemnly. And Come-Back saw the action reflected in the stream below.
"It is a nuisance; and I am beastly sorry I am leaving. Of course I have known for some time that I should be going out to Russia; but I did not think the governor would have sent me until after I had gone through the school. His letter a fortnight ago was a regular stumper.
To see him "distinkly is an awful job," according to Uncle Felix; or as Come-Back Stumper realised in the middle of another clump of bramble bushes, "Perspective is necessary to proper vision." "He" lay too close before their eyes to be discovered fully. Tim had long ago described it instinctively as "an enormous hide," but it was more than that; it was a universal hide.
But this reference to a wooden leg was also too low for any one to hear it. Besides Stumper was saying something wonderful just then; he lowered his voice to say it; there was suppressed excitement in him; he frowned and looked half savagely at them all: "I found other signs as well," he whispered darkly. "Two other signs. In the darkness of those bushes I saw another flash two of 'em!"
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