Part 34 (2/2)

Doubtless he was satisfied that my influence on Jack was evil. The contrary was the case, too.

”'Fossils,' he said, worrying the edge of the excavation with his spade--'fossils are not things to be lightly considered.'

”'No, indeed!' I protested.

”'Fossils are the most interesting as well as puzzling things in the world,' said he.

”'They are!' I cried, enthusiastically.

”'But I am not looking for fossils,' observed the professor, mildly.

”This was a facer. I looked at Daisy Holroyd. She bit her lip and fixed her eyes on the sea. Her eyes were wonderful eyes.

”'Did you think I was digging for fossils in a salt meadow?' queried the professor. 'You can have read very little about the subject. I am digging for something quite different.'

”I was silent. I knew that my face was flushed. I longed to say, 'Well, what the devil are you digging for?' but I only stared into the hole as though hypnotized.

”'Captain McPeek and Frisby ought to be here,' he said, looking first at Daisy and then across the meadows.

”I ached to ask him why he had subpoenaed Captain McPeek and Frisby.

”'They are coming,' said Daisy, shading her eyes. 'Do you see the speck on the meadows?'

”'It may be a mud-hen,' said the professor.

”'Miss Holroyd is right,' I said. 'A wagon and team and two men are coming from the north. There's a dog beside the wagon--it's that miserable yellow dog of Frisby's.'

”'Good gracious!' cried the professor, 'you don't mean to tell me that you see all that at such a distance?'

”'Why not?' I said.

”'I see nothing,' he insisted.

”'You will see that I'm right, presently,' I laughed.

”The professor removed his blue goggles and rubbed them, glancing obliquely at me.

”'Haven't you heard what extraordinary eyesight duck-shooters have?'

said his daughter, looking back at her father. 'Jack says that he can tell exactly what kind of a duck is flying before most people could see anything at all in the sky.'

”'It's true,' I said; 'it comes to anybody, I fancy, who has had practice.'

”The professor regarded me with a new interest. There was inspiration in his eyes. He turned towards the ocean. For a long time he stared at the tossing waves on the beach, then he looked far out to where the horizon met the sea.

”'Are there any ducks out there?' he asked, at last.

”'Yes,' said I, scanning the sea, 'there are.'

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