"Sure, Old Glory;--right underneath it is a little kind of a bungalow all
fixed up, and a canoe right near it. See the canoe? And I can see a
face-yes sir, I can see a face. Mr. Jennis, is it? See, right through the
middle of the flame? That's Mr. Jennis, all right. And--"
"I can see it!" Willie Wide-awake shouted.
"Sure you can," Harry said, "plain as day--"
"_Look! Look!_" the little fellow shouted, and he clutched Harry by the
arm, all excited. _"I see it! It's real! Look!"_
I was looking, too, and I saw it and then I knew. And I wanted, I just
wanted to go over and clutch Harry Donnelle by the arm, just like that kid
was doing. I could see Brent Gaylong roll over and look, kind of curious,
through the blaze. And all the fellows seemed to start, all except Dorry
and I. But I didn't budge, only sat there watching Brent Gaylong. His face
looked kind of strange. Then he stood up. And the other face behind the
blaze rose up, too. And Jib Jab was standing there and the fire was shining
on his face. And even I could see the twinkle in his eye.
Then I heard Harry Donnelle speak and his voice sounded queer, because it
was so still around there.
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