Oje held up three fingers to indicate that he saw three fires. His
eyes were sharper than those of the boys, who at first saw only a
blur of light. Before long, however, they caught sight of three
points of flame lifting above the hills. As the boys looked the
blazes seemed to die down, or to be obscured by additional material
being thrown upon them. As the moon rose, sending a wintry light
over the great slope, three gigantic columns of smoke stood where
the flames had shown a minute before.
"What do you make of it?" asked Thede.
"Can you read the signal?" asked Sandy.
"Do you really think it is a signal?"
"Of course it's a signal!" cried Sandy. "That's the Boy Scout
signal. Do you know what it says?"
"Three smoke columns mean 'Good News!' answered Thede.
"Do you suppose those crazy boys are still in the hills?" asked
Sandy. "If they are, George will think we've all deserted him."
"Of course they're still in the hills!" declared Thede. "No one
but Boy Scouts would be sending up those signals!"
"Aw, what good news would they have to communicate?" asked Sandy.
"Perhaps they've found the Little Brass God!" suggested Thede.
"Found your Little Brass Uncle!" cried Sandy.
"Well, it's good news anyhow!" insisted Thede.
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