"Look there--over the forest." Young Bill pointed. Simon shielded his
eyes from the sunset glare and studied the blue-green skyline above the
fringe of pines. There were many grotesque, black birds wheeling on slow
wings above the spot. Now and then they dropped down, out of sight
behind the trees.
"Buzzards!" Simon exclaimed.
"Yes," Young Bill answered quietly. "You see, it isn't much over a mile
from Folger's house--in the deep woods. There's something dead there,
Simon. And I think we'd better look to see what it is."
"You think--" Then Simon hesitated and looked again with reddening eyes
toward the gliding buzzards.
"I think--that maybe we're going to find Dave," Young Bill replied.