He
seemed to have shed a number of outward things that made him bulky--
bits of beard and clothing, several extra waistcoats, and every scrap
of straw and stuff from the hedges that he wore at first. More and
more he looked as Judy had seen him, ages and ages ago, emerging from
the tarpaulin on the rubbish-heap at the End of the World.
He sprang alertly to his feet at the sound of Tim's exclamation. The
sunlit morning seemed to spring up with him.
"We have been very warm indeed," he sang, "but we shall get warmer
still before we find him. Besides, those things aren't hiding him--
they're looking. Everything and everybody in the whole wide world is
looking, but the signs are different for everybody, don't you see?
Each knows and follows their own particular sign. Come on!" he cried,
"come on and look! We shall find him in the end."
COME-BACK STUMPER'S SIGN
VI
The steep bank was easily managed. They were up it in a twinkling, a
line of dancing figures, all holding hands.
First went the Tramp, shining and glowing like a mirror in the
sunshine--fire surely in him; next Judy, almost flying with the joy
and lightness in her--as of air; Tim barely able to keep tight hold of
her hand, so busily did his feet love the roots and rabbit-holes of--
earth; and finally, Uncle Felix, rolling to and fro, now sideways, now
toppling headlong, roaring as he followed like a heavy wave.
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